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 its only seed.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.

It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.

It’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give,

and the soul afraid of dyin’ 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.

 

有人說愛是條河，容易將柔弱的蘆葦淹沒。

有人說愛是把剃刀，會任由你的靈魂淌血。

有人說愛是種饑渴，一種無盡的帶痛的需求。

我說，愛是一朵花，而你只是花的種籽。

害怕破碎的心，永遠學不會跳舞。

害怕醒來的夢，永遠沒有機會。

不願吃虧的人，不懂得付出，

憂心死亡的靈魂，不懂得怎樣去活。

當夜顯得寂寞不堪，路途顯得無盡漫長，當你覺得只有幸運者及強者才有幸得到愛。

謹記在嚴寒的冬日裡，酷雪覆蓋下，

躺著一顆種籽，一旦春陽臨照，

就能幻化成一朵玫瑰。