Will this translate as I love you?

I am not sure with which voice to speak, nor what words to choose. If you knew my language as I did, it would be so clear. It would carry the right weight. You would hear it, sweet and low and full of tenderness; not merely the consonants and vowels but the feeling, which is their real meaning. Deeply, truly, these letters are little more than carriers. I would rather say this with quiet eyes. With acts.

我不确定该用哪种声音说话，也不确定该选择哪些词语。 如果你像我一样懂我的语言，那就太清楚了。 它会分量合适。 你会听到它，甜美而低沉，充满了温柔；不仅仅是辅音和元音，而是那种感觉，这才是它们的真正含义。 从本质上讲，这些字母不过只是载体。 我更愿意用平静的目光来说这件事。 通过法案。

Though I may employ the machine to translate my words, there is more than language in the way. Landmines await our many stumbles; those we do not know we are falling into. The algorithm will not register such nuance, nor prevent such accident. There may be a thousand mistakes for me to make. This may be one of them.

虽然我可能会使用这台机器来翻译我的语言，但影响我的并不仅仅是语言。 地雷在等待着我们的跌跌撞撞；那些我们浑然不知正坠入其中的人。 该算法无法识别这种细微差别，也无法防止此类事故。 可能有千千万万处是我该犯的错误。 这可能是其中之一。

Yet, seeing the valley, I comprehend the bridge. These differences, both loud and soft, will melt upon touch, and form into something neither mine nor yours. This is the magic I sense when we are near. It transforms the atoms between us, as though, by some beautiful arithmetic, one plus one might equal three.

然而，当我看到山谷时，我明白了那座桥。 这些高低不同的差异在触碰时会融化，形成一种既非我的也非你的东西。 当我们彼此靠近时，我能感受到的魔力就是这个。 它改变了我们之间的原子，就好像通过某种美妙的算术，一加一可能等于三一样。

I am stepping outside my comfort zone to meet you. I do not pretend to know your culture or your country’s history. I will not merely dress in costume. Instead, I shall open the gate to my heart, and leave it open. All you need do is enter – and if you do, please know that I shall welcome you into every corner.

我正走出舒适区去见你。 我并不自称了解您的文化或贵国的历史。 我不会仅仅穿着戏服。 相反，我将为自己的心灵打开这扇门，并让它敞开。 你所需要做的就是进入——如果你愿意，请放心，我会欢迎你走进每一个角落。

In the well of my soul, only water, as there is in you. From here we may drink without words.

在我灵魂的井中，唯有水，正如你身上的那样。 从这里，我们可以无言地饮下。