I like for you to be still
It is as though you are 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
I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are 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 constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would’ve died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I’m happy;
Happy that it’s not true
我喜欢你是寂静的
我喜欢你是寂静的，彷佛你消失了一样， 
你从远处聆听我，我的声音却无法触及你。 
好像你的双眼已经飞离远去， 
如同一个吻，封缄了你的嘴。 
如同所有的事物充满了我的灵魂， 
你从所有的事物中浮现，充满了我的灵魂。 
你像我的灵魂，一只梦的蝴蝶， 
你如同忧郁这个字。 
我喜欢你是寂静的，好像你已远去。 
你听起来像在悲叹，一只如鸽悲鸣的蝴蝶。 
你从远处听见我，我的声音无法企及你： 
让我在你的沈默中安静无声。 
并且让我藉你的沈默与你说话， 
你的沈默明亮如灯，简单如指环。 
如黑夜，拥有寂静与群星。 
你的沈默就是星星的沈默，遥远而明亮。 
我喜欢你是寂静的：彷佛你消失了一样， 
遥远而且哀伤，彷佛你已经死了。 
彼时，一个字，一个微笑，已经足够。 
而我会觉得幸福，因那不是真的而觉得幸福