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不想听歌儿也不想放听力和广播

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海上钢琴师是我最喜欢放的

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陆上的人喜欢寻根究底，虚度很多的光阴。冬天忧虑夏天的迟来，夏天担心冬天的将至。所以你们不停到处去追求一个遥不可及、四季如夏的地方—我并不羡慕。

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Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eightyeight of them, nobody can tell you any different.

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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

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You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end, and that's the truth, Max.

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That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is
　　infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play.

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You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.

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All that world is weighing down on me, you don't even know where it comes to an end,

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and aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it? The enormity of living it?

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I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here,

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but never more than fit between prow and stern. You played out your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite. I　learned to live that way. ”

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Land? Land is a ship too big for me.

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It's a woman too beautiful; it's a voyage too long, a perfume too strong.

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It's a music I don't know how to make. I could never get off this ship.