琴鍵是她的肢體,琴聲是她的語言。鋼琴是她的情與欲。一個男人想控制她,一個男人想了解她。她把琴沉入深海,握住了現世溫暖。 At night I think of my piano in ocean grave, and sometimes myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent, I just want to sleep. There is a silence where no sound will be in a cold grave under a deep deep sea.