我望着天上的月亮,想起了我前世的父亲。我的书法和绘画就是从小跟他学的,他和这一世的父亲一样爱我宠我,只是那个世界,是再也回不去了。不知道你们现在过得好不好,老妈的风湿有没有再犯……
一阵笛声响起,飘缓低迷如梦幻一般。是《寂静之声》。
我转过头,就看见胤祥站在风中披着月光的清辉,灵动的音符从笛中滑出,融为一体。
原来那天是他呢。我想起来,那天他应该是在怀念他的额娘吧。
我望着他笑了笑,和着笛声启唇唱起来:
Hello darkness; my old friend
Ive e 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
Within 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 voices never share
And no one dare 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 to you
But my words like silent as 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