帮忙。写一篇《海上钢琴师》的英文观后感。

Leggenda del pianista sull'oceano,la

Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eightyeight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.
What I didn't see. In all that sprawling city there was everything except an end. There was no end. What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end. The end of the world...
You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end.That they never end. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.
How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die...
I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than fit between prow and stern. You played out your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way.

一生与弗吉尼亚号相伴，生于斯,长于斯,死于斯，从未踏上过陆地,即使为了爱情曾尝试过。
没有出生证明,没有户籍身份,说其未曾存在也不为过.
纯洁的心灵和音乐如此的贴近.尘世的浮华,伪装与面具在流动的音乐面前不堪一击.
他的一生,对欲望不以为意,却拥有纯粹的追求;与爱情擦肩而过,却理解更为深刻的美丽，伸手触摸琴键,将人的一生在乐声中灵性的写意出来.在他的眼里,每个人都是一段乐章.
我不认为这是悲剧,即便会流泪。那何尝不是幸福，能够在一生中追求他所追求的.

Leggenda del pianista sull'oceano,la

Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eightyeight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.
What I didn't see. In all that sprawling city there was everything except an end. There was no end. What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end. The end of the world...
You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end.That they never end. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.
How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die...
I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than fit between prow and stern. You played out your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way.