[00:00.000] 作词 : Emily Dickinson[00:01.000] 作曲 : Christopher Tin[00:02.100]Between the March and April line[00:09.743]That magical frontier[00:22.106]Beyond which summer hesitates[00:27.210]Almost too heavenly near[00:37.884]The saddest noise, the sweetest noise[00:45.111]The maddest noise that grows and grows[00:55.550]The birds, they make it in the spring[01:01.225]At night's delicious close[01:06.975]The saddest noise I know[01:14.701]It makes us think of all the dead[01:21.483]That sauntered with us here[01:25.640]By separation's sorcery[01:41.907]Made cruelly more dear[01:47.410]It makes us think of what we had[01:55.197]And what we now deplore[02:01.834]We almost wish those siren throats[02:06.572]Would go and sing no more[02:12.668]An ear can break a human heart[02:20.323]As quickly as a spear[02:27.182]We wish the ear had not a heart[02:31.352]So dangerously near[02:42.573]The saddest noise, the sweetest noise[02:49.330]The maddest noise that grows and grows[02:59.168]The birds, they make it in the spring[03:04.356]At night's delicious close[03:13.211]The saddest noise I know[03:33.292]