琴键是她的肢体，琴声是她的语言。钢琴是她的情与欲。一个男人想控制她，一个男人想了解她。她把琴沉入深海，握住了现世温暖。 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.