mengxiangsheng

                   夜
                   又暗了
                   风          也凉凉的
                  再也没了往日的暖
                  寂寞随意袭来
                  冷冷的       没有一丝怜惜

                  习惯寂寞
                  习惯在黑夜里独坐
                  对着无边的夜空
                  对着寂寥的心情

                  思绪漫无边际地飘着
                  远了          近了
                  近了          远了