我在幽闭的小屋里伏案冥想未来，思索那时的音乐。我竭力为我的想 象力插上翅膀，好让未来呈现出鲜明的轮廓，但我想这大概只是一番徒劳。 我眼前的墙一片橙黄，那是一些悬贴着的明信片、招贴画，还有ＣＤ封面。它们当然是五颜六色的，但在昏暗的灯色衬映下，我的眼里只见出一 I am in a hut in the closet to meditate on the future, thinking about the music of that time. I tried to put my wings in my imagination so that the future will have a sharp outline, but I think this is probably only a futile effort. The wall in front of me was a yellowish orange, with some hanging postcards, posters, and CD covers. Of course, they are colorful, but in dim light, I see only one