Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
有一天,我坐在风琴旁,感到疲倦和不安,手指在嘈杂的琴键上闲荡。它似乎是我们不和谐生活的和谐回声。
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