like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
And you are like the word Mencholy.
I like for you to be still , and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were menting, a buttyfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me e to be still in your silence.
译：
由于所有的事物都充满了我的魂灵灵魂
你从这些事物之中显现，也充满了我的灵魂
你宛如我