Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead.

  • -- Charles Dickens 查尔斯·狄更斯

当思想的海洋,首先从平静中升起,放弃它的死寂时,忧郁的乌云和搅扰着深邃的海水。

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I'll admit that I'm not quite certain how to sum up an entire year in music anymore; not when music has become so temporal, so specific and personal, as if we each have our own weather system and what we listen to is our individual forecast.

我得承认,我不太确定如何总结整整一年的音乐;当音乐变得如此短暂,如此具体,如此个人化,就好像我们每个人都有自己的天气系统,我们听的是我们自己的预测。

A snow year, a rich year.

瑞雪兆丰年。