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
I like for y
