独自走来的路上，时光也是匆匆，无论载晴载雨，
  　                                                                          　坐在时间的肩头，看着一串串离去的背影涌动着……
　　                                                                                        蓦然发现，沧海已成桑田。

                                                                                    　　白天愈是明亮，夜是撕不开的黑，
                                                                                        想你的夜铺得很长，醒在思念里的往事。
                                                                                       也许我们都没错，只是被时光错爱了！