Tonight, I think you quietly

 Tonight,

despair I want you to sit quietly in a corner,

want to know what you are doing,

want to know you did not want me;

want to know when you're staring into the distance when

your eyes are my figure,

want to know when you walk into sweet dreams

I dream of seeing an intersection waiting for you.

I like to sit here and think of you in silence.

Although

I do not know quietly to a person,

whether you can really feel.

If you often feel a sense of the heart,

you know this is because I think you silently in the distance?

quietly in the bottom of my heart calling you.

I really want a quiet night in which to call you.

though I know

dark night can not be my voice carries far.

but I always feel that

no matter how far, you will be able to hear.

to miss you so quietly,

night in the flat.

because you think,

the night seems nice and blue.

I want you,

want to ignite an orange light,

wait quietly for your return with weariness;

want to pass you a cup of warm tea,

slowly disperse your tired face;

want to use my soft delicate fingers,

gently smooth wrinkles around your eyes;

want to use my soft and sweet whisper,

soothe your troubled mind restless.

then quietly watching you ... ...

I pray, I pray that this moment of quiet, eternal.

I like to think you

brings tears to my heart in sweet pain and happiness.

inadvertently,

I'll sit back to think your name,

like your shadow,

think you hearty laughter,

want to hug you walk in the rain,

want to join your dependent under the starlit Yuet Wah,

then slowly growing old together.

If you can,

I would rather be a bird,

can fly over the great lakes

stopped at your window tree.

your window is a lonely old tree,

silent in the night sky bright moon is lonely.

but I am not lonely,

away from you because I was so near,

I like your window a faint light, warm and serene,

I can truly feel your breath.

but I will not call and

not disturb your peace and quiet.

I just gently comb your wind tangled wings,

put my weary heart.

then

silently stand by your window,

you silently.

Maybe I was waiting,

waiting for you to give me a miracle.

but I still have a little scared

afraid this is just a distant dream.

I know, I can not desire a lot of

I only wish I could have been that way - quietly, like you,

many cases,

so quietly to a person,

fact a kind of happiness and expectation.

Buddha says: Looking back five hundred times, only in exchange for this life pass by.

I will return with a million and you Looking back at a meet,

then I like lotus heart,

in a distant corner of you silently.

out the window, moonlight,

my little house,

mind already accumulated.

a sip of the tea,
Nocturne
so faint as tassel-like diffuse.

flying mood,

tonight, I think you quietly. . .
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