Black and white youth singing

The window is still faint black

We are running against the wind on the back of the bag.

The pace of the sound breaks the silence of the morning

Lang Lang’s reading sounds disturb the bird’s dream

White sound

Going home in the faint sunset

Struggling with the lonely moon

The rustling of rustling disrupts the secluded night

Brushed book sounds disturb the dreams of the stars

Song of the night

The window is still faint black

We are running against the wind on the back of the bag.

The pace of the sound breaks the silence of the morning

Lang Lang’s reading sounds disturb the bird’s dream

---白之音

Going home in the faint sunset

Struggling with the lonely moon

The rustling of rustling disrupts the secluded night

Brushed book sounds disturb the dreams of the stars

---The song of the night

Third day: Haoyue