Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed. It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long, And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong, Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows, Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose.

THE ROSE (Bette Midler)

ある人は愛を河だというやわらかな葦を溺れさせる ある人は愛を刃だという魂に血を流させる ある人は愛を飢餓だという絶え間ない欠落感だと 私は愛を花だと思う　そしてあなたはたった一つの種 傷つくのを怖れる心は踊ることさえ知らない 　　目覚めを怖れる夢は何かに賭けることができない 奪われることを拒む人は与えることができない 　　死ぬことを怖れる魂は生きることを学ぼうとしない 夜が長く孤独で道が果てしなく遠いとき 強く運のいい人にしか愛は訪れないと思うとき 思い出してほしい冬の冷たい雪の奥深く ひとつの種がひっそりと眠っていることを それは太陽の恵みを受け春に咲く一輪のバラ