摄影部落

hello darkness my old friend
love 链接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