如今的你我，
是陳年的酒醇還是腐臭？

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<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">時光輾轉幾次，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">都將過往擺進相框，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">記憶中的微笑泛著不捨，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">最知心的人已經離去，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">曾痛恨的人對酒歡談，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">如今的你我，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">是陳年的酒醇還是腐臭？</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">沒有答案，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">只有手中接下的白紙，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">無瑕的色彩包覆無限的悲哀，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">下一次，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">又是誰的凜冬將至？</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">當生命線走到盡頭時，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">回想起曾經的每一分沉重，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">雖然仍舊難以忘懷，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">但我並無悔恨，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">所以請用最真切的笑，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">和著淚水，</span></div>
<div class="draft-block draft--p left"><span style="font-weight: bold; ">唱出我的葬歌。</span></div>
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<p><strong>時光輾轉幾次，</strong></p>
<p><strong>都將過往擺進相框，</strong></p>
<p><strong>記憶中的微笑泛著不捨，</strong></p>
<p><strong>最知心的人已經離去，</strong></p>
<p><strong>曾痛恨的人對酒歡談，</strong></p>
<p><strong>如今的你我，</strong></p>
<p><strong>是陳年的酒醇還是腐臭？</strong></p>
<p><strong>沒有答案，</strong></p>
<p><strong>只有手中接下的白紙，</strong></p>
<p><strong>無瑕的色彩包覆無限的悲哀，</strong></p>
<p><strong>下一次，</strong></p>
<p><strong>又是誰的凜冬將至？</strong></p>
<p><strong>當生命線走到盡頭時，</strong></p>
<p><strong>回想起曾經的每一分沉重，</strong></p>
<p><strong>雖然仍舊難以忘懷，</strong></p>
<p><strong>但我並無悔恨，</strong></p>
<p><strong>所以請用最真切的笑，</strong></p>
<p><strong>和著淚水，</strong></p>
<p><strong>唱出我的葬歌。</strong></p>
<p><br></p>

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