标题: 海上钢琴师 有关于1900（经典台词收录） [打印本页] 作者: risingfred 时间: 2008-8-7 15:50 标题: 海上钢琴师 有关于1900（经典台词收录） <P>Moonlight city. You just couldn’t see an end to it. <BR>It wasn’t what I saw that stopped me ,Max. <BR>It was what I didn’t see. <BR>Take the piano. <BR>Keys begin. Keys end. <BR>You know there are 88 of them. <BR>They’re not infinite. You’re infinite. <BR>And on those keys, the music that you can make is infinite. <BR>I like that. That I can live by. <BR>But you get me up on that gangway, and you roll them out <BR>in front of me. <BR>Keyboards have millions and billions of keys that never end. <BR>That keyboard is infinite. <BR>Then on that keyboard there’s no music you can play. <BR>That’s God’s piano. <BR>Did you see the streets? <BR>There’re thousands of them. <BR>How do you choose just one? <BR>One woman, one house, one way to die……. <BR>You don’t even know where it comes to an end. <BR>Aren’t you ever just scared of breaking apart with the <BR>thought of it? <BR>I was born on this ship. <BR>And the world passed me by. <BR>But 2000 people at a time and there’re old wishes here . <BR>But nevermore that fit between prow and stern.. <BR>You played out your happiness bit on a piano that was not <BR>infinite. <BR>I learned to live that way. <BR>Land? <BR>Land is a ship too big for me, <BR>It’s a woman too beautiful, a bridge too long, perfume to <BR>strong, music I don’t know how to play. <BR>I can never get off this ship. <BR>At best, I didn’t step off my life. <BR>After all, I don’t exist for anyone. <BR><WBR><A href="http://img2.poco.cn/movie/mov_photo/070620/921311_124332_400.jpg" target=_blank><IMG style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline! important" height=225 src="http://img2.poco.cn/movie/mov_photo/070620/921311_124332_400.jpg" width=399 border=0></A><WBR> <BR><BR><BR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>偌大的城市，绵延无尽。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>并非是我眼见的让我停住了脚步， </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>而是我所看不见的。你能明白吗？ </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>拿钢琴来说。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>键盘有始亦有终。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>你确切地知道88个键就在那儿，错不了。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>它们并不是无限的，而你，才是无限的。你能在键盘上表现的音乐是无限 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>的。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>我喜欢这样，我能轻松应付。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>而你现在让我走过跳板，走到城市里， </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>等着我的是一个没有尽头的键盘。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>我又怎能在这样的键盘上弹奏呢？ </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>那是上帝的键盘啊！ </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>你看到那数不清的街道吗？ </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>如何只选择其中一条去走？ </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>一个共渡一生的女人，一幢属于自己的屋子，一种生与死的方式~~~~ </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>你甚至不知道什么时候才是尽头。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>一想到这个，难道不会害怕、会崩溃吗？ </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>我在这艘船上出生。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>世事千变万化，然这艘船每次只载2000人。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>这里有着希望，但仅在船头和船尾之间。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>你可以在有限的钢琴上奏出你的欢欣快乐。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>我习惯了这样的生活。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>陆地？ </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>陆地对我来说是一艘太大的船， </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>太漂亮的女人，太长的旅程，太浓烈的香水，无从着手的音乐。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>我永远无法走下这艘船， </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>这样的话，我宁可舍弃我的生命。 </FONT><WBR><BR><FONT style="LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em" color=#ff0000>毕竟，我从来没有为任何人存在过，不是么？</FONT><WBR> <BR><BR><BR>All that city. You just couldn't 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, Max. 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... <BR>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. <BR>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. That 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're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano. <BR>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... <BR>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? <BR>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. <BR>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, Max, 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. <BR>This is the way the world ends <BR>Not with a bang but a whimper <BR><WBR><A href="http://photo.store.qq.com/http_imgload.cgi?/rurl2=945345850fede25d7854f37b6b50be17040321fa777f00fd341628e6a565269d5fade01722cb85618d2f85f146eeadc9b93d5d60f60333de7410345d4a2e1f4ed5fd6e6162ba4c8f03a38b069501411614dd6fea" target=_blank></A><WBR> <BR><BR><BR><BR></P>