The Sounds of Silence

Honesty is hard to find these days. Advertisements are so deceiving. Quick money is more glamorous than the reputation which need to be built. Going through the social life, I have seen so many fake smile, fake relationships, fake hand shakes, and fake presentations. Recently, even Beijing Olympics opening ceremony has fake fire works? Surprise, surprise, ---- staging and delusion is accompanying everyday life. I just want to breath, --- one breath of an honest clean air, such a craving --- which may not be fulfilled. The value of life has shifted, the value of humanity and morality has become fables. The riches are ruthless, the poor are envious, the middle average buffer layer of population is thinning --- as time goes by. Where are we heading? Who are we living for? At the end, we know who we are, what we are capable of, how we have travelled, no matter how hard we avoid the light of truth.

"When you look down into silence, you see no friend;

when you lift your gaze to space, you hear no echo.

It is like striking a single chord __

it rings out but there is no music."

"Literature: A Rhapsody," Lu Ji (261_303)

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The Sounds of Silence

Listen here::http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhdGkZ6Fngw

Lyrics:

Simon and Garfunkel

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 signs said, "the words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls."

And whispered in the sounds of silence.