人类的亲密中有一个秘密边缘，
爱啊激情啊都不能通过上面，
让嘴唇在无声的愤怒中连接在一起，
心因爱突然碎了。
友谊，也，是无影响力的布局，
这么多年带有崇高倾向的幸福，
而你的心是自由的但不被认知，
慢慢生起慵懒的粗俗感。
力图到达这个边缘的人是疯子，
但到达了的人震惊于冷酷的痛苦--
现在你知道为何能的手下
你感觉不到我的心跳了吧。
In human closeness there is a secret edge,
Nor love nor passion can pass it above,
Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,
And hearts be burst asunder with the love.
And friendship, too, is powerless plot,
And so years of bliss with noble tends,
When your heart is free and known not,
The slow languor of the earthy sense.
And they who strive to reach this edge are mad,
But they who reached are shocked with anguish hard --
Now you know why beneath your hand
You do not feel the beating of my heart.
