夏冉江正准备摘下耳机，被童哲一手按住。

“那可不行。”童哲挑了挑眉。“你得唱给我听，你就当K歌了。”

“不唱。”

“不唱？”

童哲一脸坏笑地凑过去，手却伸到夏冉江腰带下，先是试探性地挠了挠，又忽地抓住，夏冉江一个激灵差点从座位上跌下去。

“我唱，唱……”

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

No one dare

Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools” said I, “You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you”

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence