<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">五月的风，吹不散头顶的阴云</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">是警笛，撕开一道口子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">跟时间赛跑，从鬼门关抢人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">而救得了一晚，抵不过漫长的失眠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">他又提着灯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">像剥一颗烂了心的白菜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一层层，剥开揉碎那些凉透了的执念</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">直到回过头的男子，说：</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">“这天，好像没那么黑了”</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一身藏蓝，就像家门口那盏灯</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">守在巷口的烟火气里，替我们照着夜路</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">照着照着，屋檐有了热气</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">天，就亮了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>