MS-The Legend of 1900 (1998) Wenjie1900: All that city. You just couldn't see an end to it. The end? Please? Please could you 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. That wasn't a 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. Take a piano. Keys begin. Keys end. You know there are eighty-eight 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, 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. 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, Max, you’re the only one who knows I’m here. You’re a minority, and you better get used to it. Figure it for me, my friend, but I’m not getting off.相信我，关于那城市，你不能看到城市的尽头尽头，求求你，你可以让我看到尽头吗？船上多么的好，我是多么的伟大，我下了很大的决心，我决定的时候一点犹豫也没有。
没有问题不是我看到的东西不让我前进，是我看不到的东西.你明白吗我看不到的东西, 在那纵横的城市 什么都有，就是没有尽头, 什么都有, 但是没有尽头. 我看不到的是城市的尽头, 世界的尽头钢琴就不同了从琴键开始，在琴键结束,你知道有88个琴键 每一个都是一样的. 他们不是无穷的 你是无尽的. 可你在那88个琴键上 可以弹奏无尽的音乐. .我喜欢这样. 我可以赖以生存. 但你叫我离开大海, 去弹奏那有成千上 万个琴键的键盘. 那很现实，那是无穷无尽的, 那键盘是无限的. 如果琴键是无限的 你就不能在上面弹奏音乐, 你坐错了琴凳那是上帝的钢琴.我的天，你看到那街道了吗？ 有成千上万条街道, 你选哪一条. 一个女人，一间房子. 属于你的一片土地 属于你的一片风景. 死亡之路. 你被这世界压着 不知道哪里是尽头. 你不觉得害怕吗. 想想，生活在里面. 我在这船上出生, 世界在我身旁经过 每次有两千人, 这里有希望但只不过在船上实现,在船头到船尾之间在有限的钢琴上弹奏 可以得到欢乐. 我学会了那样生活. 陆地, 对于我来说是一艘太大的船一个太漂亮的女人, 一段太长的旅程 香味太浓的香水. 我不懂得如何弹奏的音乐, 我不可以离开这船. 最多，我离开我的生命, .就好象我从没存在过一样, 你是例外，马斯, 你是唯一一个知道我在这里的人, 你是稀有的, 你不要太伤心, 原谅我，我的朋友。