把这一句，留给此刻的你
Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not a sound; And thus it is that what I feel, Here in this room, desiring you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music.
就像我的手指在琴键上发出音乐一样，同样的声音在我的灵魂上也发出音乐。音乐是感觉，而不是声音;因此，在这个房间里，我对你的渴望，对你蓝影丝绸的思念，就是音乐。