I like for you to be still
I like for you to be still， it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away， and your voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
you emerge from the things, filled 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 were lamenting,
a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away
and you voice does not touch 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 it\'s stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remore and candid.
I like for you to be still, it is as 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.