In the envelope of leisure, desire

You'll find me—perhaps there, where memory owes nothing to the heart.
I think of you.
Listen, how do I translate the restlessness of your breath into words?

I am so utterly lost—who but you could teach me life's truth this way?
That you remember me—in this alone lies all I've ever received.
I'm not even worthy of it.
You are my only you, my singular you.
Amid the crowd of deep wounds, I've carefully kept for you a fragment of feeling wrapped in love.

On time's untimely canvas I've painted your heart's faded sorrow; this fevered guess searching for love in your heart's depths.
Unable to find you anywhere, I've thrown myself into the reckless current of unmeasured time.

Some evening, don't forget to imagine that feeling left unspoken in the final moment.
Come, let's return beyond twilight, to the embrace of that unknown time abandoned with "I love you."

Will you come with me?
In error's stream, on forgotten paths—there I first discovered you.
You know, that day I had no idea—I could love you this much!

With lost memory, I found you again unknowingly—only you, just you.
I don't know your answer.
If I asked this way—would you tell me?
That there's such tenderness in calling you "tui"—I wouldn't have known, if you hadn't turned back to call me.

One restless afternoon, you let me touch those scattered feelings in the melancholy air of your heart's depths.
Do you remember?
I want to return to you.
I want to draw you—why do you stay silent?

Cast away all hurt—in leisure again... in desire's envelope.
If you'll consent to burn at the old price—I'll merge once more into you alone.