下著雨的窗外，夜
                                                                               
        無聲息的蔓延
                                                                               
        四月天的溫度，似乎不應該是這樣
                                                                               
        有秋涼的氣息，還帶著隆冬的孤寂
                                                                               
        夜，總是這樣的，讓我只有孤單的味道
                                                                               
        一個人的電腦桌前，一盞昏黃的小燈
                                                                               
        我敲著鍵盤，想著南方的你
                                                                               
        想著已入夢鄉的你