清凉九月

                                             指尖凝露

                                             写不成相思

                                             在风里呜咽                                          

                                             也触摸不到温柔

                                             原来我的紫菊

                                             开在了荒凉里

                                             悲伤得

                                             无以传寄

                                             盛开的心事

                                             如一树繁花

                                             就这样匆匆

                                             落寞

                                             掖起伤心的叶片

                                             躲进回忆

                                             还有我的紫菊

                                             凄凉在缅怀里

                                             以秋的影子                                          

                                             被娓娓诉说

                                             但我

                                             已经离开