夜色真美,
九万里天星月辉映
有暗香盈动.

寂寞的窗帘,                                                              ,
在风里轻轻的漾,                      
你透过窗棂凝望,
那小径上,                                        
故人踪影依然渺茫.              

岁月已凝固成一种低沉的咏叹调,
而那一位多情的行吟诗人                            
依然在那洁白的纸笺上铺洒着痴心的梦                
月光如水,照他两鬓苍然                                    
帘子启处,                            
一株幽草在悠悠的风月里轻叹!                  
                                                
断裂了的声音咽哑成一种揪心的沉闷 ,                        
百灵的歌唱再无法附和诗词格律间的凝望                      
枝叶渐次飘散                                        
零落了的梦,                                      
只好托付与星月和秋虫的唱晚!                              

而痴情的你,                        
依然坐在这寂静的庭槛,                                        
由着空旷的心,                                        
把那渐渐淡去的相思打量.