一百种想法,像

                                                                        一百种气泡...

                                                                        每一个都吹指可破...

                                                                        每一个都沸沸扬扬...

                                                                        最后,发现

                                                                        那些欢天笑语,

                                                              死去活来...

                                                                        也不过是梦里的一场狂欢.罢了...

                                                              再热闹的场面,再歇斯底里的相爱.

                                                                        醒来的时候,

                                                                        身边,依然空无一人...

                                                                        我们,是那么虚无的

                                                              真的...如此虚无...

讲了太多,

已没什么好讲了...

想了太多,

已没什么好想了...

突然不知道说什么了.

突然不知道要什么了.

就这么突然,

破天荒的

我突然觉得,

对什么都失去

兴趣了...