于更年刻，手机对年灯玩拍，并乱敲下文字记之。

作别自己

                                                       那一键

                                        耳鼓上战争

                                        沉静，还是打破沉静

                                        我幻化为一尾眨眼的鱼

                                        于子夜眺望对岸的

                                        那个还未到来注定到来的子夜

                                        我使唤红灯指路

                                        红色，表明岁月在流血

                                        光亮，说着对血的恐惧

                                        又一个十字街口

                                        我大步向前通过

                                        当我回望

                                        看见了那个旧的自己

                                        依然留在原地

                                        呆呆的和我作别