Echo Has Island

Can it be heard? When the moonlight falls into the sea The tide answered for it I play a sound You caught it on the strings The valley is silent But the echo knows what the mountain is thinking some frequencies Only the right people can hear it The years he was silent I heard it all when i play the piano I always feel like there is an empty chair next to me There is a man playing the piano sitting there quieter than silence itself after you leave Every time I hit that note There will be an extra finger's residual warmth on the keys Can it be heard? When the wind passes through the corridor Take my words to a place without you Later I understood—— Yinghe is not an answer It's one person who understands another person's silence then decide Don't let it fail ——To Jiangyu Mo and Yan Yichen Concept: Everything in the world has its own frequency. Jiangyu Mo is the tranquility of jasmine under the moon, and Yan Yichen is the deep hum of rosin strings. Two disjointed souls heard echoes in each other's silence. This novel is about how rare it is for a person to find another person who is on the same wavelength as himself. True response never relies on words. It is the formula that was completed on the scratch paper, it is the name that is still entered into the search box across the entire Pacific Ocean, and it is the sentence he sent five years later, as light as if he had never left. People will grow up, heal, and remember to look back even after being separated. Responsiveness is not a one-time miracle, but an ability that needs to be calibrated over and over again—like tuning, like experimentation, like everything else worth doing. You can be an island and at the same time be the echo of another island. Independence and dependence are never mutually exclusive, silence and affection can coexist. May every silent soul find the echo that belongs to it.