I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.

It seems as though your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul, you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy.

It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you.

Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.

You are like the night, with its stillness and constellation.

I like for you to be still: it is though you were absent, distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.

One word then, one smile, is enough.

And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

我喜歡你是寂靜的，仿佛你消失一樣。

你從遠(yuǎn)處聆聽我，我的聲音卻無法觸及你。

好像你的雙眼已經(jīng)飛離遠(yuǎn)去，如同一個吻，封緘了你的嘴。

如同所有的事物充滿我的靈魂，你從所有的事物中浮現(xiàn)，充滿了我的靈魂。

你像我的靈魂，一只追夢的蝴蝶，你如同憂郁這個字一般。

我喜歡你的寂靜，似乎你遙不可及。

你聽起來像是在悲嘆，一只如鴿般輕吟低鳴的蝴蝶。

你從遠(yuǎn)方聽我，我的聲音卻無法觸及到你。

讓我在你的沉默中安靜無聲。

讓我?guī)е愕某聊c你對話，你的沉默明亮如明燈，簡單如指環(huán)。

你就像黑夜，擁有寂靜和群星環(huán)繞。

你的沉默就是星星的沉默，遙遠(yuǎn)而純潔。

我喜歡你是寂靜的，仿佛你消失一般，遙遠(yuǎn)且充滿哀傷，仿佛你已經(jīng)死去。

彼時，一個字，一個微笑，已經(jīng)做夠了。

問我會覺得的幸福，因為不真實而覺得幸福。