谁是谁指尖弹断的琴弦？谁又是谁拨弄琴弦的指尖？

                                 端坐在雨水沥沥而过的窗前

                                 慢慢翻阅着长满青苔的书卷

                                 梦里邂逅的红颜

                                 挥之不去的浮现

                                 一张幽蓝的旧唱片

                                 悄悄地诉说着流年

                                 谁会是谁指尖弹断的琴弦？

                                 谁又是谁拨弄琴弦的指尖？

                                 岁月戏弄了历史的尘烟

                                 沉淀了变幻的沧海桑田

                                 即便埋葬泪珠轻舞的昨天

                                 也无法终止那对你的思念

                                 隔世千年提笔书墨的诗篇

                                 依然还是那种对你的眷恋