《風箏》
                                東  風  亂  了
                           放 一 只 風 箏 到 天 邊
                           丈 量 最 遙 遠 的 距 離
                              花 蕊 自 將 飄 零
                                用 鎖 鏈 囚 著
                                        最
                                            綿
                                                長
                                                      的
                                                             思
                                                                      念
                                                                         苦了拔河的人
                                                                         乾脆剪落成一顆流星
                                                                          還我倆一片天地

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