好难过呀,真心塞,脆弱又苍白!
Some say love it is a river,
有人说,爱,如流水,
That drowns the tender reed,
浸润了柔嫩的芦苇,
Some say love it is a razor,
有人说,爱,似利刃,
That leaves your soul to bleed,
丢下一个滴血的灵魂,
Some say love it is a hunger,
有人说,爱,是无尽的欲望,
An endless aching need,
煎熬无比,却无法自拔,
I say love it is a flower,
我却说,爱,是绽放的花朵,
And you it's only seed,
而你是唯一的种子,
It's the heart afraid of breaking,
这是一颗憔悴的心,
That never learns to dance,
再也无法忆起那跳动的感觉,
It's the dream afraid of waking,
这是一个不愿醒来的梦境,
That never takes the chance,
再无勇气去尝试,
It's the one who won't be taken,
这是一个不曾离开,
Who cannot seem to give,
却也不曾给予的人,
And the soul afraid of dying,
那畏死的灵魂,
That never learns to live,
再无法生存,
When the night has been too lonely,
太孤寂的夜,
And the road has been too long,
太漫长的路,
And you think that love is only,
你说,爱是唯一,
For the lucky and the strong,
我们那么幸运,我们矢志不渝,
Just remember in the winter,
只记得冬日里,
Far beneath the bitter snows,
当天空中雪花飘飞,
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
种子沐浴着阳光的爱,
In the spring becomes the rose,
冬去春来,一朵玫瑰,娇艳盛开。