Some say love it is a river                 有人說(shuō)，愛(ài)是條河流，

that drowns the tender reed               它將柔弱的葦葉浸沒(méi)。

Some say love it is a razer                 有人說(shuō)，愛(ài)是把剃刀，

that leaves your soul to blead            會(huì)任由你的靈魂淌血。

Some say love it is a hunger              有人說(shuō)，愛(ài)是種欲望，

an endless aching need                      一種無(wú)盡痛苦的需求。

I say love it is a flower                      我說(shuō)，愛(ài)是支花朵，

and you it's only seed                        而你，是它唯一的種子。

It's the heart afraid of breaking         害怕破碎的心靈，

that never learns to dance                  永遠(yuǎn)無(wú)法學(xué)會(huì)跳動(dòng)。

It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance害怕醒來(lái)的夢(mèng)境，永遠(yuǎn)無(wú)法變成現(xiàn)實(shí)。

It's the one who won't be taken          不懂給予的人們，

who cannot seem to give                   永遠(yuǎn)無(wú)法讓人接納。

and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live 害怕死亡的靈魂，永遠(yuǎn)不知生命的意義。

When the night has been too lonely 當(dāng)深夜顯得寂寞不堪，

and the road has been too long          當(dāng)去路顯得無(wú)盡漫長(zhǎng)。

and you think that love is only          當(dāng)你以為，

for the lucky and the strong                                                  愛(ài)只是幸運(yùn)者和強(qiáng)者的專利時(shí)。

Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows    你要記得，在冬天，

lies the seed                                                                            寒冷刺骨的冰雪深處。

that with the sun's love                                                           有顆種子與永恒的愛(ài)一同沉睡，

in the spring                                                                            當(dāng)春天來(lái)臨,

becomes the rose                                                                    它將蛻變成絢爛的玫瑰。