I won't tell you I love you, because I know that love dies when it's exposed.
I will never tell you I love you, because you are something precious, wonderful, and dazzling, and I don't think I deserve you.
I won't tell you I love you, because I fear being apart from you. Your presence makes me happy; your shadow makes me happy, and your departure makes me happy.
I won't tell you I love you, because I know you're not mine and can't be mine, so I won't tell you I love you.
I won't tell you I love you, because I fear losing your eyes and your smile that taught me the joy of life.
I won't tell you I love you, that's a promise. So never worry.

You and I are from there; from the world of beautiful hearts where we meet the truth, and lines that know nothing but honesty and purity.
You and I are a story of silver snow soaring in a wide space without falsehood.
You and I are a delicate hand and delicate lips in a sky far from the falseness and pallor of my city.
You and I are a very white voice, a very fragrant flower, and a very delicate river whose beginnings are from your blue eyes.
You and I are a love story, where your fragrance is endless, your light is endless, and your tenderness is endless.

I know you, and I know that your eyes don't lie, that they are as pure and blue as the sea.
I know you well, and I know that your smile is enchanting and honest and that it transforms the morning into a different and dazzling story.
I know that your radiant face captivates the place, steals the spotlight, and transports me to dreamy islands.
I know you, and I know that your heart is a vast space, filled with indescribable compassion and honesty.
I truly know you, and I know that you are as deep as the sea, your thoughts as great as the sky, and your words as brilliant as the stars.
I know you, and I know that you are so different and you are a sea in which I have drowned.
I really know you, even though I know nothing about you except that I love you. Yes, I know that I love you, and that is enough for me.

Your love makes me purer; its dazzling light cleanses every aspect of my heart, mind, and body of every bad thought or action. Your love prevents me from doing anything bad.
Your love makes me more honest; your honest face and genuine expressions keep me away from lying and falsehood. With your love, I live only the truth and seek only the truth. Your love prevents me from lying.
Your love makes me more beautiful; your blue eyes and rosy cheeks overflow with vitality, elegance, and joy. From them, I learn elegance, gentleness, and softness. Your love prevents me from anything ugly.
Your love makes me wiser; your wise words and truthful lips plant within me all that is wise, rational, and balanced. I become one of the wise men. Your love prevents me from saying anything unwise.

Oh, beautiful, bring back my heart, my memory, and my dreams, which have always been colored by the pink blossoms of your soft hands.
Oh beautiful, when will my heart rejoice with your blue eyes? When will your train stop here under the shade of our smiling tree?
Oh, beautiful, didn't you know that the sparkle of your eyes has illuminated my surroundings, and that its magical rays have revived dreams and fresh tales?
Oh, beautiful, you haven't given me a chance to think of anyone but you, and I no longer see nothing but your eyes, and I know nothing but your love.
Oh, beautiful, don't you see the path of my yearning? The path of love instead of this pile of silence.
Oh, beautiful, what truly makes me happy is that this is the first love my heart has known, and the first train I have waited for with joy.

I know you, and I know that your eyes don't lie, that they are as pure and blue as the sea.
I know you well, and I know that your smile is enchanting and honest and that it transforms the morning into a different and dazzling story.
I know that your radiant face captivates the place, steals the spotlight, and transports me to dreamy islands.
I know you, and I know that your heart is a vast space, filled with indescribable compassion and honesty.
I truly know you, and I know that you are as deep as the sea, your thoughts as great as the sky, and your words as brilliant as the stars.
I know you, and I know that you are so different and you are a sea in which I have drowned.
I really know you, even though I know nothing about you except that I love you. Yes, I know that I love you, and that is enough for me.

Your love makes my days as quiet as a rural tale. It makes me wait for you with a noisy calm, and when your face shines, I lean like a spike of wheat, and when your eyes smile, I turn into a heart that fell into the well of love long ago. Your love makes my days clear, without clouds or storms. Yes, you are my warm homeland. Don't you see that? Don't you see that my soul blushes when it sees you? Now you see that nostalgia suddenly flows, when your ghost visits me, it fills me with calm, a noisy calm. Every day, my coffee and I enjoy solitude; I smile at the dawn and sing to the sunset for no other reason than that I adore you and that I await you with a noisy calm.

Don't you look at me? Don't you see that inside me are warm desires? But they're wrapped in a cold blanket. Don't you see that the snow is your touch, the fog your color, and the silence your voice?
Don't you see that? I can no longer hold on as I should, and although in my eyes is a love you cannot imagine and a flame of longing, I am completely collapsing.
In truth, I am now soft whispers and a torrent of faint, muffled calls fading slightly toward the sunset.
Don't you see that I dream of your blue eyes every night? Yet I tell you frankly and simply: In my quiet heart is a strange noise, a torrent of longing for you.

With you, I live in happiness, for your smile is something indescribable and unbelievable, planting in my heart every hope that never fades. With you, I've become more beautiful, for your blue eyes have drawn every cheerful color and every tender story on my face.
Only with you, I'm sweeter, for your lips are made of honey, like pink grapes. I can't tell you how I dream about them.
With you, I travel to magical cities, live magical tales, and live in magical tents that fill my heart with joy and happiness. With you, I've become purer. You're something that transforms everything around you into purity. Only with you, I feel myself, and I feel contained, fulfilled, and sufficient. Only with you, I want nothing else.

Your words are bright orange, dripping with honey. Oh, their magical clarity and captivating scent have touched me deeply.
Your words are soft, warm grapes, so sweet, so serene.
Your words are so whispery, like an Eastern poet melting in longing. I wish you could see his glowing heart.
Your transparent words are an endless gift. Their taste is as cool as the shade of a tree in lush fields.
Your words are butterflies swimming in a river. Oh, they are raindrops gathering glittering things.
Your words caress the face of the dewy morning and the heart of the humid evening.
Your words are cedar forests, in whose hands sleep magical tales.
Your words are beyond imagination, but they are truly a wonderful gift on this smiling day.

I am so happy that I love you. My days, hours, and moments in your love are unforgettable.
I am truly happy and grateful for your love. Without it, I wouldn't have felt this great joy, this great peace, and this great light.
I am happy with your love, happy with your eyes, happy with your cheeks, happy with your lips, happy with your smile.
I am happy with your love. In it, I learned the meaning of longing, the meaning of yearning, the meaning of waiting, the meaning of morning, and the meaning of evening.
I am so happy that I love you. You are a different person, a different kind, a different thing, and a different world.
How can I not be happy with your love when you are a dazzling, unrepeatable world, and a shining star that fills me with light and joy?