他们俩清了清嗓子，做好了表演的准备。
我笑着说穆铮跟我说过了，silence，沉默。一部电影里的。
“那么，请听保罗·西蒙和阿特·加芬克尔的Sound of silence！队长，加芬克尔和你是同一天生日哦。”他机敏地眨眨眼睛，拨动了琴弦。[1]
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
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walk 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 dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
“Fools“ said I，“Yo
…。。