Everything usually begins well. At this time, sounds seem ready to burst forth full of joy and expectation, don’t they? But once the beginning and the middle pass, after scaling the peaks and then slumping into the tail end of the “sound wave”, what do the sounds become? Dejected? Downcast? Decadent? Listless? Or most tragically, indifferent?

Things are about to end. The freshness and excitement are about to be fully consumed. Is this not worth a glimpse? When the flowers of youth have wilted, what I want to keep is the instant at the end, that fragile sound – with it, will you recognize which moment it was?

每事每物，開始的時候，大多是美好的，那時候的聲音，大概是充滿雀躍與期待吧？但開始過後，渡過了中段，攀過高潮，然後進入將完未完的「尾聲」階段，那時候的聲音，又是怎樣的光景？沮喪？萎靡？頽敗？了無生氣？還是最悲哀的，根本無可無不可？

事情快要完結，新鮮感與興奮度快要被消磨殆盡，就真的不值一顧？
開到荼蘼花事了，我想留住的，就是在未了的瞬間，那脆弱的聲音。
而單憑那聲音，你又會否認出，就是那一瞬？