半程
    
                                                  到了和一切握手言和的年纪，
                                                  抚平骨子里外露的锋芒，
                                                  终是会被撕破的面具，
                                                  其实没有什么可惜，
                                                  不过是虚无的情义。

                                                  太多的人忙着考虑要什么，
                                                  很少人懂得给予，
                                                  匆忙人生里的爱和时间，
                                                   刻意说出的话语，
                                                   像寒冰万里寂静。

                                                    许多人都寂寞单一，
                                                    在酒醉金迷里超脱自己，
                                                    无谓爱恨，在于真心，
                                                    半程余生，再无生气。