一地枫红吟唱着离别
                                           叶舞风曲的合奏弹唱着秋月
                                           知命冷暖的春秋季节
                                           秋的果浓
                                           色的厚重
                                           好在还有一叶吟诵
                                           

                                                    一地岁月
                                             染红了晚秋
                                             那一叶叶泛黄
                                             那一片片枯瘦
                                             都在深秋的脊背上叹息 哀愁

                                             叶曼不在骄傲
                                             不在温暖的阳光下微笑
                                             那春意洒满的季节
                                             那夏日满满的炙热
                                             都被这个秋
                                             涂染上了岁月

                                             知命，无奈的吟声
                                             在不能挣扎的时道上
                                             在不能摆脱的十字架上
                                             命数，只是一个引号
                                             那残黄的枯叶

                                             只能在秋与寒的路口 凝望

                                             秋去冬来的更迭不是日月
                                             这是每一轮的封面季节
                                             我把人生绘画成季节
                                             季节却把我的生命雕刻成日月

                                             色彩的盈满，会被时光的手抚摸 
                                             会被分秒的时间慢慢淡薄
                                             你看历史长廊上的印痕
                                             你看我们昨天的貌相影印

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