I never thought before that people like me would actually have a so-called [future]. But when I met you, I gradually understood. Wherever you are, there is the future.
I like that you are silent, as if you disappeared,
You hear me from afar, but my voice cannot reach you.
It seems like your eyes have flown away, like a kiss sealing your mouth.
As all things fill my soul,
You emerge from all things and fill my soul.
You are like my soul, a dream butterfly. You are like the word melancholy. ——"I like that you are silent", Neruda.