似乎是一夜时间，
                                         路边，
                                  树枝上的叶子几乎落光，
                                    只有稀疏的一些，
                                     依然挂在枝上， 
                                      在风中旋转。
                                   
                                        我注视，
                                 它们落地前一刻的样子，
                                      乱舞于空中，
                                     似枯叶蝶一般。
           
                                     喜欢走在路边，
                                    厚厚的枯叶层上，
                                   有破碎的声音发出，