这路崎岖又坎坷

                              一代代朝圣者却昂然向前

                              一步一叩首

                              从此 圣杯伸手可及不再遥远

                              下雨的时候 没撑伞

                              我独自走进那一片迷濛

                              任身后的黄烟在窗玻璃上 

                              使劲儿揩它的脸

                              身后 落英缤纷

                              失意人捧着酒杯诉说着迷恋

                              艾略特 东方的寻觅是一种神圣

                              与您的格律一样庄严

                              十五岁我就明白

                              汉宫秋月 灞桥扬柳 边塞衡燕

                              与塞纳河 密拉波桥之间

                              没有国境线

                              我没想到 庄蝶儿早飞到了

                              豆芽儿发满的广漠的辽远

                              扇型的荒原深处

                              洪水正在渐行渐退

                              一串串纯粹的歌吟声响

                              咽 咽 鸣 鸣

                              鸣 鸣 咽 咽……

                              谁的洞箫吹响了

                              在东方 谁正在醒来