I like for you to be still. It is as though（ 虽然） you are absent（不在场的）, 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（吻） had sealed（封） your mouth. As all things are filled with my soul（ 灵魂）, you emerge（显现） from the things filled with my soul（ 灵魂）. You are like my soul.

  A butterfly of dream, and you are like the word melancholy（忧郁的）. I like for you to be still, and you seem far away. It sounds as though you are lamenting（哀悼） a butterfly cooing like a dove（鸽）, and you hear me from far away. And my voice does not reach you. Let me come to be still in your silence（沉默）, and let me talk to you with your silence that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. You're like the night with its stillness（寂静） and constellations（[天]星群）.

  Your silence is that of a star, as remote（遥远的） and candid（公正的）. I like for you to be still. It is as though you are absent, distant（在远处的）, and full of sorrow. So you would have died. One word then, one smile is enough, and I'm happy. Happy that it's not true."