The Rose 玫瑰
Some say love,its a river.
有人说,爱是条河。
That drowns the tender reeds.
它会淹没岸边柔软的芦苇。
Some say love,its a razor.
有人说,爱是剃刀。
That leaves you soul to bleed.
会使你的灵魂淌血。
Some say,love is a hunger.
有人说,爱是渴望。
An endless,aching need.
一种无尽的痛苦的需求。
I say love its a flower.
我说爱是朵花。
And you,its only seeds.
而你,是唯一的种子。
Its the heart afraid of breaking.That never learns to dance.
怕摔的心永远学不会跳舞。
Its the dream afraid of waking.That never takes the chance.
怕醒的梦,永远抓不到机会。
Its the one who won't be taken.who can not seem to give.
怕付出的人,就不会有收获。
And the soul afraid of dying.that never learns to live.
害怕死亡的灵魂不会明白生活的真谛。
When the night has been too lonely.
当夜漫长孤独。
And the road has been too long.
路无尽延长。
And you think that love is only.
此时你依然认为爱就是全部。
For the lucky and the strong,just remember in the winter,far beneath the bitter snows.
只有强者和幸运的人会记得,在厚厚的冰雪之下。
Lies the seeds that with the sun's love.
躺着被阳光钟爱的种子。
In the spring,becomes the rose.
在春天,长成玫瑰!