初春的风，
                                                      带着些许寒。
                                                      站在路灯下，
                                                      任风吹乱头发…
                                                      这寒,
                                                      让我想起了温暖的家；
                                                      这光，
                                                      让我想起了父亲的影；
                                                      这风，
                                                      让我想起了，
                                                      想起了母亲为我梳理的发……
                                                      思念，从前的我竟不知此为何物。
                                                      现在
                                                      知道了，知道了
                                                      那是心与心的牵
                                                      那是情与情的念…