洒满一地的阳光
                                      温暖地照耀着
                                      那个角落  那把破吉他
                                      断了的弦
                                      磨损过的把
                                      沾满灰尘的它
                                      却是承载了曾经的梦想啊

                                      阳光照耀
                                      角落里  那把破吉他
                                      旅行的意义  最初的梦想
                                      都源自于它
                                      也是那角落  曾经
                                      那些花儿
                                      那么灿烂的绽放过呵

                                      遥遥的梦想  远远的人
                                      遥遥远远我们的笑脸  呃
                                      依然印刻在落满尘埃的它
                                      那样一把
                                      ——破吉他