Some say love,有人说
it is a river, 爱是场波涛
that drowns the tender reed淹杀柔弱的芦草
Some say love, 有人说
it is a razor, 爱是把利刀
that leaves your soul to bleed将你的血管割爆

Some say love, 有人说
it is a hunger, 爱是种饥饿，
an endless aching need 是痛苦不止的渴求
I say love, 我却说
it is a flower, 爱是花朵
and you, its only seed而种子，就在你心里头。

Its the heart 那些个
afraid of breaking, 怕碎的心灵，
that never learns to dance 永远不会得到真情
Its the dream 那些个
afraid of waking, 怕醒的梦境
that never takes the chance 只会带来更多伤心

Its the one 一个人
who won't be taking, 不接受情意
who cannot seem to give也肯定不会给予
And the soul 一个人
afraid of dying, 若总怕死去，
that never learns to live也肯定没有生趣

When the night 夜茫茫
has been too lonely 寂寞难以抵抗
and the road 人生路
has been too long 孤单而且漫长
And you think 你总想
that love is only 爱不容易
for the lucky 既要运气
and the strong 更要坚强

Just remember请别忘记
in the winter, 即使冬季，
far beneath 四处飘白
the bitter snows 冰高雪厚
Lies the seed, 种子却在，
that with the sun's love 地下发芽
in the spring 等候春天
becomes the rose长成花朵！

The Rose:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jQY2z6aALD4