some say love it is a river
有人说，爱是一条江河，
that drowns the tender reed.
柔弱的芦苇只能淹没。
some say love it is a razor
有人说，爱是一把利刃，
that leaves your soul to bleed.
划伤了你滴血的灵魂。
some say love it is a hunger
有人说，爱是一种饥乏，
an endless, aching need
不停的叨扰，令你虚空。
i say love it is a flower,
我却说，爱是一朵鲜花，
and you it's only seed.
你是它那唯一的花种。
it's the heart afraid of breaking
若一颗心，害怕碎裂，
that never learns to dance
它永远不会舞蹈雀跃。
it's the dream afraid of waking
若一场梦，害怕惊醒，
that never takes the chance
它永远不会付诸实现。
it's the one who won't be taken,
若一个人，从未失去，
who cannot seem to give
他永远不会伸手付出。
and the soul afraid of dying
若一个灵魂，害怕死亡，
that never learns to live.
它永远不会开始生活。
when the night has been too lonely
当黑夜漫漫，孤独袭来，
and the road has been too long.
当路途遥远，前途渺茫。
and you think that love is only
当你觉得，真正的爱
for the lucky and the strong.
只会因幸运，或因意坚力强。
just remember in the winter
请铭记，在严冬之中，
far beneath the bitter snow
在冰雪之下，层层深冷，
lies the seed that with the sun's love,
有一颗种子，等待阳光，
in the spring, becomes the rose.
待到春日，会有玫瑰绽放。
