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 dreams

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 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 remote and candid

I like for you to be still： it is as though you are absent

Distant and full of sorrow， as though you had died

One word then， one smile is enough

And Im happy， happy thats not true

我喜歡你是靜靜的：仿佛你消失了一樣

你從遠(yuǎn)處聆聽我，我的聲音卻無法觸及你

好像你的目光已經(jīng)游離而去

如同一個(gè)吻，封緘了你的嘴

如同所有的事物充滿了我的靈魂

而你從所有的事物中浮現(xiàn)，充滿了我的靈魂

你像我的靈魂，像一只夢想的蝴蝶

你如同“憂郁”這個(gè)詞

我喜歡你是靜靜的，好像你已遠(yuǎn)去

你聽起來像在悲嘆，一只如鴿悲鳴的蝴蝶

你從遠(yuǎn)處聆聽我，我的聲音卻無法觸及你

讓我在你的靜謐中安靜無聲

并且讓我借著你的沉默與你說話

你的沉默亮若明燈，簡單如指環(huán)

你如黑夜，擁有寂靜與群星

你的沉默就是星星的沉默，遙遠(yuǎn)而明亮

我喜歡你是靜靜的：仿佛你消失了一樣

遙遠(yuǎn)而且哀傷，仿佛你已不在人世

彼時(shí)，一個(gè)字，一個(gè)微笑，就已足夠

而我會(huì)感到幸福，因那不是真的而感到幸福