中国版三行情书

The rose         玫瑰

 

Some say love it is a river                 有人说，爱是条河流，

that drowns the tender reed               它将柔弱的苇叶浸没。

Some say love it is a razer                 有人说，爱是把剃刀，

that leaves your soul to blead            会任由你的灵魂淌血。

Some say love it is a hunger              有人说，爱是种欲望，

an endless aching need                      一种无尽痛苦的需求。

I say love it is a flower                      我说，爱是支花朵，

and you it's only seed                        而你，是它唯一的种子。

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

that never learns to dance                  永远无法学会跳动。

It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance害怕醒来的梦境，永远无法变成现实。

It's the one who won't be taken          不懂给予的人们，

who cannot seem to give                   永远无法让人接纳。

and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live 害怕死亡的灵魂，永远不知生命的意义。

 

When the night has been too lonely 当深夜显得寂寞不堪，

and the road has been too long          当去路显得无尽漫长。

and you think that love is only          当你以为，

for the lucky and the strong                                                  爱只是幸运者和强者的专利时。

Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows    你要记得，在冬天，

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

that with the sun's love                                                           有颗种子与永恒的爱一同沉睡，

in the spring                                                                            当春天来临,

becomes the rose                                                                    它将蜕变成绚烂的玫瑰。