他可以轻而易举地造就一道阴影,还可以在黑暗中造就苦难,甚至废墟里的流浪钢琴师也被他打造得轮廓分明。但真正让我们寝食难安的,却是这位略显苍老的犹太人构筑的爱情,疯狂、歇斯底里的,牙疼般让人难熬;或许,像某种仪式,那么郑重其事,但又稀里糊涂地让人难以辨清爱情的深不见底;再或许,像殉道者般往人灵魂里钻,看透那些情爱中隐藏的怪癖、脾气、忽明忽暗。人说,这样的灵魂叫真实。 He can easily create a shadow, but he can also create suffering in the dark. Even the wandering pianist in the ruins has been shaped by him. But what really makes us sleepless is the love framed by the slightly older Jew, crazy, hysterical and toothache-like; or, like a ritual, solemn, but subtle Difficult to distinguish between the bottomless love of love; perhaps, like the martyr-like soul into the drill, see through those hidden love quirk, temper, flickering. People say that such a soul is real.