她正出门,手提包已放在门外,白色的高跟鞋已踩在门垫上,钥匙已在锁孔里逆时针打完三圈,这时她听到电话铃声。她奔进来,拿起电话,说:“您好。”没有回答,对方房间里似乎在放音乐。她说:“喂。”没有回答,音乐更响了。她说:“喂,说话呀!怎么回事?”但这时她发现她原以为是噪音的音乐声,似在回应她,进入了主题展开——那是一首忧郁的布鲁斯,在弦乐的宏大背景上,一管小号几乎是犹疑地进入乐流,在深沉中展现哀婉的主题。 She was leaving home with the handbag outside the door, a white high-heeled shoe on the door mat and a key lapped in the keyhole three times counterclockwise before she heard the phone ring. She ran in, picked up the phone and said, “Hello.” There was no answer, and the other room seemed to be playing music. She said: “Hey.” No answer, the music is louder. She said, “Hey, talk! What happened?” But then she noticed that the sound of music she had thought was noisy, as if to respond to her, entered the subject - that a melancholy Bruce, On the grand background, a small trumpet is almost hesitant to enter the music stream, showing the sad theme in the depths.