Some say love, it is a river ,that drowns the tender reed. 有人说爱,是一条淹没了柔和的芦苇的河流。 Some say love, it is a razor,that leaves your soul to bleed. 有人说爱,是一把使你心灵滴血的剃刀。 Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. 有人说爱,是一种永无止境的令人心痛的欲望。 I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed. 我说爱,是一朵你是唯一的种子的花。 It's the heart, 爱是心脏, afraid of breaking, 害怕破碎, that never learns to dance. 所以从不学着去跳舞。 It's the dream, 爱是美梦, afraid of waking, 害怕醒来, that never takes a chance. 所以从不去冒险。 It's the one 爱是一个人, who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. 一个从不给予也从不付出的人。 And the soul, 爱是灵魂, afraid of dyin', 害怕被玷污 that never learns to live. 所以从不试着去存在。 When the night has been too lonely, 当黑夜变得如此孤寂, and the road has been too long, 当道路变得如此漫长, And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong, 如果你认为爱只是给予那些幸运和坚强的人 Just remember 那么一定要铭记 in the winter 在冬天 far beneath the bitter snows, Lies the seed, 掩埋在严寒的积雪下面的种子, that with the sun's love, 由于有太阳的关爱 in the spring becomes The Rose. 将在春天变成美丽的玫瑰。