窗 
                          那是一个雨天， 
                          我走过了你的窗前， 
                          看见了你的侧面和双手抚动的琴弦。 
                          终于看见你的脸， 
                          那憔悴的容颜， 
                          是谁留给你的思念？ 
                          只膈一扇窗， 
                          为何我走不进你的房？ 
                          或许你的琴声可以安慰我的心伤？ 
                          或者我带你走， 
                          去一个没有风浪的地方。 
                          打开我们心灵的窗， 
                          不会为爱搁浅， 
                          不会有心伤。     
                                                                摘小琦 
                                                             《飘雨的夜》