soul.

You are 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 butterfly cooing like a dove.

And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you:

Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence

that is bright as a mp,simple as a ring.

You are like the night, with its stillness and consteltions.

Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

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

distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.

One word then,one smile,is enough.

And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

看不懂英文，百度一，发现是那首传很广的诗：

我喜你是寂静的，仿佛你消失了一样，

你从远聆听我，我的声音却无法及你。

好像你的双已经飞离去，如同一个吻，

封缄了你的嘴。

如同所有的事充满了我的灵魂，

你从所有的事中浮现，充满了我的灵魂。

你像我的灵魂，一只梦的蝴蝶。你如同忧郁这个词。

我喜你是寂静的，好像你已远去。

你听起来像在悲叹，一只如鸽悲鸣的蝴蝶。

你从远听见我，我的声音无法及你：

让我在你的沉默中安静无声。

并且让我借你的沉默与你说话，

你的沉默明亮如灯，简单如指环，

你就像黑夜，拥有寂寞与群星。

你的沉默就是星星的沉默，遥远而明亮。

我喜你是寂静的，仿佛你消失了一样，

遥远而且哀伤，仿佛你已经死了。

彼时，一个字，一个微笑，已经足够。

而我会觉得幸福，因那不是真的而觉得幸福。

诗，有“霸气侧漏”的最新留言：为赋新词说愁，切！

☆、第十九章

一颗心可以失望多少次？

一段可以重来多少回？

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