越孤独，越长大

                                                                                              古老的时钟

                                                                                               在那时停止

                                                                                  镜子前的我陷入了无尽的深渊

                                                                                        小巷里回旋的步伐

                                                                                              永远长不大

                                                                                           在月光的照耀下

                                                                                          影子渐渐模糊起来

                                                                                             定格在了年幼

                                                                                                画地为牢

                                                                                                不过如此   

                                                                                      困扰着无人知晓的秘密

                                                                                    背影在梦境里走不向终点 

                                                                                 蔷薇花血迹斑斑的绽放在墙角     

                                                                                 尖锐的花刺陷入了冰凉的心中

                                                                                           在空洞的黑暗中

                                                                                             这叫孤独吗

                                                                                     哪怕铭刻了所有的罪名

                                                                                 也无法阻挡一次又一次的穿越

                                                                                         不可能的美好虚幻

                                                                                       在脑海即将开始转动

                                                                                  苏醒时也许只剩张扬的笑声

                                                                                      潜伏在恐惧里的渺小

                                                                             瞬间长大的嘈杂绽放在时间的漩涡

                                                                              压抑的心灵也许只有沉醉的灵魂

                                                                          坠入在黑洞里的年龄在风中摇摆不定

                                                                                   散落在茫茫之中瞬间长大

                                                                                     经剩侵蚀内心的灵魂

                                                                                              越孤独

                                                                                           也许越长大