我， 狠少提起  幸福  这两字。 
                                                                 也不， 常用 它。 
                                                                    只是因为  在我心里， 觉得它不过是  幻影  罢了。 
                                                                  可  它却常在生活里  被狠多人， 当做真实的  传送。 
                                                                    并用来， 自我  麻醉。 
                                                              我多想， 找一个  能陪我， 东南西北的  人。 
     
                                                             可是， 我  却渐渐  不愿再谈  幸福  了。 
                                                              那个字眼， 总让我觉得  有些  麻木不仁。 
                                                              我想  我， 也注定  不是个  儿女情长的  女人。 
                                                              人生  若  只如初见， 何事  秋风  悲画卷。