我将会幸福，因那种虚幻而幸福。
I like for you to be still：it is as though you were absent，
And you hearfro far away and y voice does not touch you.
It sees as though your eyes had flown away
And it sees that a kiss had sealed your outh.
As all thgs are filled with y soul
Ye fro the thgs， filled with y soul.
You are like y soul， a butterfly of drea，
And you are like the word Mencholy.
I like for you to be still， and you see far away.
It sounds as though you were ntg， a butterfly og like a dove.
And you hearfro far away， and y voice does not reach you：
Lete to be stillyour silence.
Aalk to you with your silence
That is bright as a p， siple as a rg.
You are like the night， with its stillness and ions.
Your silence is that of a star， as reote and did.
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 sile， is enough.
And I a happy， happy that its not true.