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All that city you just couldn't see an end to it.
The end? Please? Can you please just show me where it ends?
It was all very final on that gangway and I was grant too in my over coat. I cut quite a figure, and I was getting off, guaranteed. That wasn't the problem.
It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max, it was what I didn't see. Do you understand that? What I didn't see.
In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was no end.
What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end, the end of the world.
Take a piano, hmm? The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are 88 of them. Nobody can tell you different. They are not infinite
You are infinite. And on those keys, the music that you can make is infinite.
I like that. That I can live by.
You get me up on that gangway and you rill out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, Millions and billions of keys that never end.
That's the truth, Max, they never end. That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play.
You are sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.
Christ! Did you see the streets? Just the street—–there were thousands of them.
How do you do it down there? How do you choose just one?
One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die. All that world just weighing down on you. You don't even know where it comes to an end.
Aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it? The enormity of it.
I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by.
But 2000 people at a time, and there were wishes here.
But never more than fit between prow and stern.
You played put your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite! I learned to live that way.
Land?Land is a ship too big for me. It's a woman too beautiful, it's avoyage too long, a perfume too strong, it's music I don't know how tomake.
I can never get off this ship. I'm blessed I can step off my life.
After all, I don't exist for anyone.
You are the exception, Max. You are the only one who knows I'm here. You are a minority, and you'd better get used of it.
Forgive me, my friend, but I'm not getting off.
Hey,Max! Imagine the music I could play with two right arms. Hope I can find a piano up there.
“陆上的人喜欢寻根问底，虚度了大好光阴。冬天忧虑夏天的姗姗来迟，夏天则担心冬天的将至。所以他们不停四处游走，追求一个遥不可及、四季如夏的地方—我并不羡慕。”
“所有那些城市，你就是无法看见尽头。尽头?拜托!拜托你给我看它的尽头在哪?当时，站在舷梯向外看还好。我那时穿着大衣，感觉也很棒，觉得自己前途无量，然后我就要下船去。放心!完全没问题!可是，阻止了我的脚步的，并不是我所看见的东西，而是我所无法看见的那些东西。你明白么?我看不见的那些。在那个无限蔓延的城市里，什么东西都有，可惟独没有尽头。根本就没有尽头。我看不见的是这一切的尽头，世界的尽头。”
“键盘有始有终，你确切知道 88 个键就在那儿，错不了。它并不是无限的，而音乐，才是无限的。你能在键盘上表现的音乐是无限的，我喜欢这样，我能轻松应对。 ! ”
“Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eightyeight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. ”
