她说:“我想要更多是不对的，这是真的。时间就这样静静地过去了。你在那里。我一直盯着你。在你的眼睛里，我看到你的思想来来去去。看着你是一种我还没有体会到的快乐。毫无疑问，它仍然是非常迷人的类型!我看着，因为我知道所有让你烦恼的事。这样，当你不愿意的时候，就不会有什么事来敲门。在你身边的角落里，我把自己变得如此渺小。 You are my great lion, I am your little dove. I listen to your leaves, the peacful froufrou. Sometimes I pick up your pen when it falls off. Without a doubt I have you. Surely I see you. Thinking is a wine on which the dreamers are drunk. I know. But sometimes I'd like to be dreamed of too. When you are like that, in your books, all evening, sunk. No lifting your head or saying a word to me, There is a shadow deep down in my loving heart. For me to see you whole, it is necessary To look at me a little, sometimes, on your part.'