时间的界限在雾里含混
                              我走入浓雾，搅动着白色的旋流
                              便有一颗心掉落进了昨天
                              怦然溅起清泪

                              飞鸟掠过的时候
                              我伸出了一只想象的手
                              于是有点点葱茏抚慰眼睛
                              于是我从眼睛开始感到些温暖

                              当浓雾终于散去
                              我正在峭壁之缘
                              但我从颤抖的树叶上
                              看到了山下古寺的钟声