The Rose
Some say love, it is ariver
有人说，爱是一条河
that drowns the tender reed
浸没柔弱的芦苇
Some say love, it is arazor
爱是一把剃刀
that leaves your soul tobleed
让你的灵魂滴血
Some say, love it is ahunger
爱是一种渴望
and endless aching need
疼痛却不曾枯竭
I say love, it is a flower
我说,爱是一朵花
and you its only seed
而你，则是唯一的种子
It’s the heart afraid ofbreaking that never learns to dance
害怕跌倒的人不能翩翩起舞
It’s the dream afraid ofwaking that never takes the chance
不愿醒来的人总是错失机会
It’s the one who won’t betaken who can not seem to give
不能付出真心的人，谁又将真心交于你
and the soul afraid ofdying that never learns to live
太过恐惧死亡的人，生活又怎敢贴近你
when the night has beentoo lonely and the road has been too long
黑夜裹住你孤单的身影，眼前的路拉得好长好长
and you think that loveis only for the lucky and the strong
你固执地认为只有幸运者和强者才配得到爱
just remember in thewinter far beneath the bitter snow
还是想想吧，那刺骨的冰雪之下
lies the seed that withthe sun’s love
深埋的那颗种子，贮藏了太阳的爱
in the spring become sthe rose
当春风和煦，它将绽放成一朵美丽的玫瑰
——思蜗牛译