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

                           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 dream,

          and you are like the word Melancholy.

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

喜歡沉默時候   彷彿不在

遠遠地聽著    聲音卻觸不到妳

      眼睛好像走遠

     一個吻已封住嘴唇

     萬物充滿靈魂

    萬物中浮現   充滿靈魂

   夢之蝴蝶      就像靈魂

   就像"憂鬱"

( ~ neruda~)