当一位宗教领袖开始吟唱时，回声敲打着石墙上一遍又一遍地回响，这一定像是其他所有声音的合奏，也许是神的灵魂也加入了其中。
When a religious leader started chanting with echoes bouncing off the stonewalls over and over again, it must've seemed like a whole chorus of other voices, spirits of Gods maybe, joining in.
灵魂之井的吟唱仍然继续着。
云朵间传来安静的吟唱，是灵魂的歌声，模糊了我的意识。
Clouds passed between quiet singing, soul singing, blurred my consciousness.
希望是长着羽翼的生灵，于人们的灵魂幽栖，吟唱着无词的旋律，永无止息。——艾米莉·迪金森。
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all. — Emily Dickinson.
这些看上去很正常的人士在歌诵神，并未把我吓着，反而让我觉得自己的灵魂随着吟唱轻盈飘升。
Far from being freaked out by these regular-looking people singing to God, I instead felt my soul rise diaphanous in the wake of that chanting.
这些看上去很正常的人士在歌诵神，并未把我吓着，反而让我觉得自己的灵魂随着吟唱轻盈飘升。
Far from being freaked out by these regular-looking people singing to God, I instead felt my soul rise diaphanous in the wake of that chanting.
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