在久居的麻布家的二楼上，时不时可以听到钟声，钟声不太远，也不太近，即使在思考着什么的时候，这钟声也不会打乱我的心绪。就这样，一边沉思，一边静听钟的音色。有时候什么也不想，身子疲倦，神情恍惚，听到钟声，心中更觉一派茫然，像做梦一般。仿佛西洋诗中的摇篮曲轻柔 On the second floor of the linen home that lived for a long time, the bells can be heard from time to time. The bells are not too far away and not too close. Even when thinking about something, this bell will not disturb my feelings. In this way, while meditation, listening to the clock’s tone. Sometimes I don’t want anything. I feel tired and look shocked. When I hear the bell, I feel more like a dream. As if the lullaby in Western poetry is gentle