I Like You to be Still

高中时候，曾经在某杂志上看过这首诗，很是喜爱，没有想到时过境迁，再次遇见时还是喜欢它，也未曾想到，原来我其实很早就知道聂鲁达
       I like for you to be still，it is as though you were absent,
       and you hear me from far away，and my voice does not touch you.
　　It seems as though your eyes had flown away ，and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
　　As all things are filled with my soul
　　you emerge from the things, filled my soul.
　　You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy.
　　I like for you to be still，and you seem far away.
　　It sounds as though you were lamenting, 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 lamp,simple as a ring.
　　You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
　　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.