Legend
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 a voyage too long, a perfume too strong, it’s music I don’t know how to make.
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
Max离开的时候，1900告别唯一一个知道并相信这个故事的人的时候。说了一个一点都不好笑的笑话。
他说
当我在上帝的门前
圣人问你是谁？
1900
这里有奈特，里奇斯，1900？好像没有啊？
唔。我生在船上，死在船上。陆地上可能没有我的记载。
好吧。那你是死于沉船？
不。爆炸。
哦。那还痛么？
还行，不过我丢了条手臂。
那你去那边的房间找找看....真不幸那里只有两条右手臂。如果你不介意的话？
不介意什么？把右手臂装在左边？欧。好吧。总比没有强。
这就对了。
1900说到这里的时候Max和我都笑了，虽然我并不知道自己在笑什么。
然后1900说
你觉得很好笑？我一点都不觉得。如果我只有两条右手臂我要怎么做祷告？
我只能宣告我再一次完败。完败在了这样一个冷笑话上。
我不可抑制地笑直到眼角出现泪水。
在Max准备转身离去的时候1900又叫住了他。
Hey，Max! Imagine the music I could play with two right arms. Hope I can find a piano up there.
影片进入尾声的时候Max离开乐器店的身影让人追随着不愿离去。我多希望这个故事还没有结束。
但是每个故事都有结局。人们可以为每个故事写数不尽的续篇。但故事终究有尽头。
当主角不再存在。当Legend不再存在。只有世界依旧无穷无尽。
但是无论故事是否有人相信。是否有人愿意听。
一个好故事要比一个旧喇叭更值得。不是么？
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