歌声就在几步之遥,从天刚刚亮就响起到此刻的黄昏,一直就没间断过。早就烦了,早就腻了。对于音乐,我历来就缺少热情,再怎么动听的歌声,听了两次就不想再听,我的世界里可以没有歌声。放音乐的是一个寡妇,五十左右的年纪吧。从她成为我的邻居时算起,我跟她讲过的话不会超过十句,于我而言,她不过是一个面熟的陌生人。她家常年挂着一把锁,而我,只有双休和节假日才有机会在家。寡妇是为了盖房子才没出去。她守寡有些年头了,老公非正常死亡后,她就一人带着 The song is a few steps away, from the dawn of the day it sounded to the moment of the twilight, has never stopped before. Long tired, already tired. For music, I have always been a lack of enthusiasm, no matter how beautiful voice, heard twice do not want to hear, my world can not song. A musician is a widow, about fifty years old. From the moment she became my neighbor, I spoke to her no more than ten words, in my case, she is only a familiar stranger. Her family has a lock all the year round, and I only have the chance to be home at weekends and holidays. The widow did not go out to build a house. She was widowed for some years, her husband after a non-normal death, she was alone