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Hello darkness,my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted
in my brain still remains
With in the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar
to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people,maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs
that voice never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I.
"You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words
that I might teach you,
Take my arms
that I might reach you."
But my words like
silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whispered in the
sounds of silence.
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你好黑夜，我的老朋友
我又来与你聊天了
因为那幻觉
又无声无息地
在我梦里播下种子
那感觉依旧还再
寂静之声
在那疲惫的梦中
我独自漫步
在圆石铺成的窄路上
在街灯的光荤下
当我的眼睛
被氖灯闪光刺痛时
我卷起衣领
挡住寒冷与潮湿
触碰到寂静之声
在裸光之下我看到
上万个人，或许更多
他们不发一语却在交流
他们不用聆听却能听到
他们没有人哼出声来
却能写歌
没有人敢
打破寂静之声
我说道“傻瓜们，
你们难道不知道寂静
就象癌细胞一样蔓延，
听听我要
教你们的话语，
接住我要
伸向你们的手臂”
但我的话象
寂静下落的雨点
带着回响
打在寂静的井底
他们弯下腰
向一座发着氖光的神像祈祷
而这一象征物发出警告
用它专有的语言
说道：
“预言被写在
隧道的墙壁上、
在屋子的大厅里”
然后用寂静之声
呢喃着 |
