罗伯特·林德尔读信安睡吧,我的爱人(2)
A screwball piano player — competition — miserable days and lonely nights. 一个可笑的钢琴家，比赛，糟糕的日子和孤独的夜晚。 The cold, windy night we crawled through the window of a GI theatre and fell asleep on a cot backstage, locked in each other’s arms — the shock when we awoke and realized that miraculously we hadn’t been discovered. 那个寒风瑟瑟的...