The last sentence is whose poem is more cruel than death.

Mistral, a Chilean poetess.

Silent Love-mistral

If I hate you,

I can tell you for sure,

But now I love you,

A language so vague to human beings,

I don't believe it.

You want to turn it into a phone,

From the bottom of my heart,

But it hasn't come out of the chest and throat yet,

The burning torrent is already weak.

I am a full pond,

But it's like a dry spring to you.

Because of my painful silence,

Its cruelty is better than death!