Remaining Silent

How can you feel me so deeply?

I love you.

I want to touch you... I feel like I am all over you—only me.

The intensity of my imagination has bound me tight within the depths of your chest. I'm thinking of you—at this very moment I'm thinking only of you. Can't you take me to the final destination of thought?

Of course I can. Where had you gone?

To bring my necessary tasks closer. But you know, somehow they don't call me back anymore! I don't want to leave the tranquility of your feelings... you feel so dear to me.

I love drowning myself in the familiar scent of your body; I long to hide inside your chest. If only my grievances could be shattered once more in the cool breeze of your voice! Such sweetness... such weariness from waiting—how do I explain it to you, tell me? Even now, loving you makes my heart writhe in terrible pain. Why can't I see you? I never wanted this helplessness! I won't be able to forget you either. Final words... if you wish, we won't meet again.

Listen, if we meet again after a hundred million years, you and I... would you recognize me?

You've come? In this time of sorrow, no one is in a hurry to return to stay. I've longed to see you terribly—always. It was so necessary to step away from the crowd.

You are my leisure... you are all my time. Listen, do you ever remember me a little? Do you ever want to hold me close to your chest? ...I want to say these things every moment.

I remember you a thousand times. Your flying away in search of my lost feelings, the longing to return on that unfinished path of touching me, the salty water of your tears burning in the regret of not being able to forget me... are you listening, crazy girl? I'm telling you—leave all your madness with me. I won't go anywhere leaving you. If I were going to leave, wouldn't I have left by now?

Ha ha ha... if you're going to stay, then why do you remain hidden? Why do you keep yourself only in the sky of my imagination, in the depths of my wounds, behind the veil of my feelings? Well, you've done right. One really can't stay with me—I had forgotten! Staying with me means keeping yourself in pain, you can't be well. You can't make the childish demand of wanting to keep me all over yourself—and so many other things! Where there's no surrender of touch, how can one stay? So perhaps, I shouldn't be loved... I'm not worthy of being loved either.

Crazy girl, I could never push you away by hurting you. Don't you find love in that? When I hold you close, I find that peace within my chest. In the grievance in your eyes, I found myself. From within that heart drenched in tender embrace, I never let you go—don't you understand?

Quiet! Don't speak like that... don't hold me so close. It makes me feel so helpless.