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 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 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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

相对您来讲，大多数人把这首歌理解为“寂静的声音”。

《毕业生》里的这首歌，不仅歌名让人初看迷惑，更让网络中人和那个曾经茫然无措刚踏入社会的新鲜人一样，在倾听里触摸、感悟到生命过程中零碎、朦胧和斑驳的精神磨难的蛛丝马迹。

纵横交错的来来往往，琳琅满目的熙熙攘攘，错乱颠倒的黑夜白昼，漫无目的的东游西荡，杂乱无章的人声鼎沸，蠢蠢欲动的物欲洪流，偏安一隅的无可奈何的惊鸿一瞥，漫不经意的零散杂乱的心情片断……

时空总是这样冷酷，往事一经它着色涂抹即成单管望远镜里呈现的一切，所有的人事纷纭都因时空的远离而让网络中的红尘过客成为离群索居的行人，风尘扑面的旅者,袖手旁观的天涯无语者……

在这样的音乐里对视,在这样的淡泊里对话,时光如水样悠然延续……

这样的对话与对视里，尘封多年的东西可能渐渐苏醒，弥散其中的淡淡的忧伤则耐人寻味------一切都将流逝，留下的则是人性的永恒的流动……