岁月是个无情的强盗

                                    他掳走了季节的气色

                                    冬季显露着赤裸的骨骼

                                    在反复运转的年轮

                                    诱惑着人们希冀的野心

                                    扭头转向的昨天

                                    明天有今天的时间铺垫

                                    日复一日的轮转

                                    生命却在岁月中计算