听谁在唱歌古老的石墙边印满青苔,斑斑驳驳的阳光渗过密密的瓦菲,碎了一地。远处传来谁的歌声,此一时明媚如花,绽放在空气中,伸展蔓延。那声音婉转悠扬,时光的气息沉淀其中,一弦一弦,飘在空中,伴随着淡淡的忧伤。 Who listened to singing the old stone wall covered with moss, the sun-stained light penetrated the dense Wafi, broken one place. Whose singing came from afar, this time bright and beautiful, blooming in the air, stretching and spreading. The voice was melodious and melodious, and the atmosphere of time settled in it, a string that floated in the air, accompanied by a touch of sadness.