English poem "The Sound of Silence"

Hello, dark, my old friend, you are so dark, my old friend, I have come to talk to you again, because an illusion is quietly approaching me. G left its seeds when I was asleep, that kind of vision in my mind. This illusion took root in my mind. I am still wrapped in the silent voice, accompanied by the silent voice in the uneasy dream. I walked in an uneasy dream. I walked alone on the narrow cobblestone street. Under the halo of street lights, I stood up my collar to resist the cold and cold. Stand up the collar to resist the cold and humidity. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of neon lights, a dazzling neon light pierced my eyes, pierced the night sky and touched the silent sound. In the dazzling light, I saw thousands of people, I saw thousands of people talking without talking, people listening without listening, people writing songs whose voices have never been shared, and people writing songs. I can't sing loudly, and no one dares to disturb the silent voice. "Tools" I said, "You don't know that silence grows like cancer" I said, "Fool, don't you know that silence grows like a chronic disease?" Listen to me, and I may teach you. Grab my arm, I may reach out to you, but my words are as silent as raindrops. But my words fell like raindrops, echoing in the silent well, and people bowed and prayed to the neon lights they created. People bow and pray to the neon god and sig they created. N flashed its warning prayer, and the words it formed showed that the symbol between the lines said: It told people that the words of prophecy were written in. The words of the Prophet's subway wall have been written on the subway wall, the lobby of the apartment and the lobby of the house, and whispered in the silent voice. " Whispering in a silent voice.