The Sound of Silent Touch

: Do you sometimes feel a fierce restlessness, an intensity of scattered emotions deep in your chest?
: How does it feel to cross this ocean of feelings with me, this web of enchantment?
: Utterly different.

: Why does this path stretch so long whenever I hold your hand?
: Listen, I've kept you hidden behind my desires, treasured with such care.
: Only because I found you do we have this vast, peaceful room of feeling.

: If you're ever in pain, you'll come here, won't you? Promise me?
: I bought a hundred red roses for you... don't laugh. I thought they'd find their completeness in your hands. Shall I bring them?
: Ha ha... come, come here.

: After so many days, I've come to you.
: Even today it's not hard to see that your eyes still search only for me.
: Will you keep looking at me like this a little longer?
: Not just a little longer—I could look at you for eternity.

: Oh, come on!
: Tell me, what's wrong? Do you want to say something to me? Speak!
: No, nothing!
: After waiting so long, your intense touch fills my vision... it's making a mess of everything inside my chest. Can you sense it?

: Why are you crying?
: Even in all this crowd, only you remain filling every part of me.
: Even now I want to hold you so close to my heart.
: Can't we embrace one last time?
: Of course we can!
: Your existence is so close to my heart. I am you, you are me.

: In this silent moment, let our emotions remain unexpressed once more.
: Let your restless breathing touch my disheveled hair. Let the revealed feeling of our love stay close, so close to your heart.