英文沉默之声.docxVIP

1 沉默之声The Sound Of Silence 　　　　　　 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 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