然而这不是一份说明书,它不是。所有你所见到的字迹,都不过是一个聆听者在朝圣途中所捕之风。如日光之下你所见到的那一切,皆为虚空。乐声与歌声交织穿越过我们漫长的梦境,那些遥远的,支离破碎的声音。声音走了,静默抵达。——引子在黑夜里,声音自人们的梦中发出,牵引着他们通往那深不可测的虚无之界。而在白昼中,人们又竭尽全力制造出各种声音。这些凡俗之音被用于歌颂天神,呼唤已死的先祖的灵魂,记录历史,表达爱情的希望,喜悦与哀伤,赞美生命与死亡,制造利润,满足无聊,发泄,诱惑, However, this is not a manual, it is not. All that you see is nothing but a wind caught on the pilgrimage by the listener. Everything that you see under the sun is empty. Music and singing interwoven through our long dreams, those distant, fragmented sound. The sound went away, arrived silently. - In the dark night, the sound comes out of one’s dream and leads them to the unfathomable world of nothingness. In the daytime, people try their best to make all kinds of sounds. These vulgar voices are used to praise the gods, call the souls of deceased ancestors, record history, express the hope of love, joy and sadness, praise life and death, make profits, satisfy boredom, vent, temptation,