But you have no poet.

I like that you are still: as if you are not there.

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.