The rose

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
That never takes a chance.
It's the one
Who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying,
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely,
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love,
In the spring becomes the rose.


有人说爱情是湍急的河流，
会淹没柔嫩的芦苇。
有人说爱情是锋利的刀刃，
终将让你的灵魂流血。
也有人说爱情是一种渴望，
虽然苦痛却是无尽的需求。
我却说爱情是一朵花，
而你正是这朵花的种子。

担心破碎的心，
永远也学不会迎风起舞。
害怕醒来的梦，
永远会错失美梦成真的缘分。
不愿被爱束缚的人，
不会真正懂得给予的满足。
畏惧死亡的灵魂，
永远也不懂得怎么去重生。

没有你的夜晚才懂得了孤寂，
没有你的道路也觉得这样漫长，
但我始终相信
爱终归眷顾幸运坚强的有情人。
千万别忘记，
在深深冬雪下，
还埋着一颗期待阳光的种子，
它会在春天开出灿烂的玫瑰。