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24小时日升日落，来自这个星球的自我旋转。 这个城市的喧嚣 被9.8的重力常数压缩在气层的最底部 所以你总是沦陷于聒噪。 红绿灯总是用最直白的方式遥控一切 油门与刹车，能做出选择的却不是驾车人自己 夏天，人们在行走，空气在抽搐。
讲台上的那个男人平静的述说着自我调侃的笑话 用以唤醒台下昏昏欲睡的脑袋 欢笑却是一场相互买卖的论调 抄下他在黑板上留下的一排汉字 “种花得花，种豆得豆”
The Legend of 1900All that city.
You just couldnt see the end to it.
The end? Please?
You please just show me where it ends?
It was all very fine on that gangway.
And I was grand too, in my overcoat.
I cut quite a figure.
And I was getting off.
Guaranteed. There was no problem.
It wasn't what I saw that stopped me.
It was what I didn't see.
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.
The keys begin, the keys end.
You know there are 88 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.
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.
That they never end. T
hat keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite,
then on that keyboard there is no music you can play.
You're sitting on the wrong bench.
That's God's piano.
Christ!
Did, did you see the streets? Just the streets…
There were thousands of them!
And 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 is weighing down on me,
you don't even know where it comes to an end,
and aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it?
The enormity of living it?
I was born on this ship,
and the world passed me by,
but two thousand people at a time.
And there were wishes here,
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.
Land? Land is a ship too big for me.
It's a woman too beautiful;
it's a voyage too long, a perfume too strong.
It's a music I don't know how to make.
I could never get off this ship.
At best, I can step off my life.
After all, I don't exist for anyone.
You're an exception,
You're the only one who knows I'm here.
You're a minority, and you better get used to it.
Forgive me, my friend, but I'm not getting off.
This is the way the world ends
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