You hear me from a distance, but my voice can't touch you.
It seems to fly away from your eyes.
It seems that a kiss sealed your mouth.
I like your silence: as if you don't exist.
You listen to me from a distance, but my voice can't touch you.
It's like your eyes floated out and turned into a kiss on your lips.
Because everything is full of my soul
You emerge from things and fill my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams.
You are like the word melancholy.
My soul is full of everything.
Your appearance enriched my soul.
You are like my soul, like a butterfly dancing in my dream.
You also like the word "melancholy"
I like you to be quiet, but you seem to be far away from me.
It sounds as if you are lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
You hear me from a distance, but my voice can't reach you.
Let me be quiet in your silence.
I like your silence: it seems that you have already left.
You seem to sigh softly, like a butterfly whispering among pigeons.
You listen to me from a distance, but my voice can't touch you.
Let me continue to indulge in your silence.
Let me talk to you with your silence.
Bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its silence and stars.
Your silence is the silence of a star, bright and frank.
Let me speak to your silence
Your silence is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with silence and stars.
Your silence is the power of the stars, far away and bright.
I like that you are still: as if you are not there.
Distant and depressing sadness, as if you were dead.
A word and a smile are enough.
I'm happy, happy. That's not true.
I like your silence: as if you don't exist.
Thousands of miles away, it is full of mourning, as if you are no longer alive.
At that time, a word and a smile were enough.
I'll be happy because it's not true.