Some say love it is a hunger
有人說 愛是無(wú)盡的欲望
An endless aching need
煎熬無(wú)比 卻無(wú)法自拔
I say love it is a flower
我卻說 愛 是綻放的花朵
And you it’s only seed
而你是唯一的種子
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
倘若一顆心懼怕破碎
That never learns to dance
就無(wú)法學(xué)會(huì)翩翩起舞
It’s the dream afraid of waking
若懼怕從夢(mèng)境中醒來
That never takes the chance
就無(wú)法抓住未來機(jī)遇
It’s the one who won’t be taken
若一個(gè)人得不到關(guān)愛
Who cannot seem to give
他也不會(huì)去給人關(guān)愛
And the soul afraid of dyin’
若一具靈魂懼怕死亡
That never learns to live
則永遠(yuǎn)無(wú)法學(xué)會(huì)活著
When the night has been too lonely
當(dāng)夜晚顯得寂寞不堪
And the road has been too long
當(dāng)前路顯得無(wú)盡漫長(zhǎng)
And you think that love is only
你會(huì)覺得
For the lucky and the strong
愛只眷顧那些幸運(yùn)且矢志不渝的人
Just remember in the winter
而相愛的人只需銘記 縱使冬日里
Far beneath the bitter snows
在寒冷刺骨的雪地下
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
只要存在沐浴陽(yáng)光之愛的種子
In the spring becomes the rose
當(dāng)春天到來時(shí)便會(huì)幻化成一朵玫瑰
