此情无计可消除，才下眉头，却上心头。——李清照《一剪梅》

                                                夜，
                                                深夜，迷失了我的眼睛； 
                                                雨，
                                                淫雨，浸透我的思绪；
                                                叶，
                                                枯叶，埋葬我的灵魂。

                                                假如，
                                                我是火，照亮迷失的眼睛；
                                                假如，
                                                我是火，烘干浸透的心扉；
                                                假如 ，
                                                我是火，拯救埋葬的灵魂。