一幅版畫傾斜　湖水
的裂縫
灰塵吃光信紙　等待
是巷口陽光撤守的
雜貨店

手伸出窗外　摘取
一朵山茶清淺的
晨霧　愛是古老的　路過
一隻梅花鹿　窗子是我們　
雪花盲目

"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone." by Orson Welles