或许真的该放手

  我们的爱情永远不会枯萎                                我们犯的最大的错          

               因为它从来没有绽放                                       就是在一起

               它只是在我苍白而明媚的青春里                                                                                 

               上演了一些点缀                                              现实就像破碎的玻璃

               脆弱而无力                                                     在我身上割出无数道细小的伤口

               只能静默着                                                     没有鲜血

               不再说些什么                                                  却传来切肤的痛

               捉襟见肘的爱                                                  爱情 就像一场雨

               令我无法呼吸                                                  铿锵地在我心里划下重创

                                                                                      瓦解

               我们任性得像孩子一样                                     直到崩溃

               惺惺相惜                                                          缓慢 因此      

               最后疼痛定格于彼此                                         曲陈心迹

               浸没的纯粹                                    

               于是 悲伤一览无余                                           该放手了 因为我累了