Silencelikeacergrows.

        HearmywordsthatImightteachyou，

        TakemyarmsthatImightreachyou.＇”

        随着傅靑海继续弹唱，灵感大厅里变得落针可闻，只有他的钢琴声在回荡着。

        记述者们也从最开始的对阿斯塔特唱歌的惊讶，转化为了对这首歌的欣赏。

        “啊这……这这……”

        作曲家霍尔?坎普已经听得头皮发麻，激动得浑身颤抖。

        这首歌的词和曲让他如获天籁。

        “Andwhisper'dinthesounds……

        ofsilence.”

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