I like for you to be still: it is as through you are absent and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you It seems as through your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth as all things are filled with my soul your emerge from the things, fill with my soul you are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams and you are like the wordmelancholy（忧郁，悲哀）I like for you to be still, and you seem far away It sounds as though you arelamenting（悲伤的）, 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 like a lamp, simple as a ring You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations Your silence is that of a star, as remount and candid I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent distant and dull of sorrow, as though you had died One word then, one smile, is enough And I'm happy, happy that's not true