It was a koto player carefully  tuning her instrument.

这是一位古筝演奏者正在仔细地的乐器。

No sounds of footsteps, no people chattering, no radios, no bamboo, no kotos being tuned.

有脚步声，有人们的闲聊声，有收机，有，有的古琴。

When the song finished, Yoshio said, " Sensei, I love sounds, but I've never heard a sound like that! " The koto player laughed, and it sounded like the metal bell that  swayed in the wind in Mama's garden.

当歌曲结束时， 吉雄说：“老师，我喜欢声， 但我从来有听过这样的声！ ” 古筝演奏者笑了，听起来就像妈妈花园里随风摇曳的金属铃。