念旧的皮箱装着

        爱没放完的烟火

        我提着寂寞撑伞穿过夜色

        悲伤湿透了领口

        别说破且当作梅雨曾来过

        雨滴下鼓槌落

        伞下路退却不能

        衣襟还残留那句手写的珍重

        那年长亭你的背影亮了

        雨中我燃一束挽歌

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