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 word melancholy（忧郁，悲哀） 

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away 

It sounds as though you are lamenting（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