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Bette Midler - The Rose

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Bette Midler - The Rose Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed ์–ด๋–ค ์ด๋Š” ๋งํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ์—ฐ์•ฝํ•œ ๊ฐˆ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ์‚ผ์ผœ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•๋ฌผ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed ์–ด๋–ค ์ด๋Š” ๋งํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์˜ํ˜ผ์— ์ƒ์ฒ˜๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๊ณ  ํ”ผ ํ˜๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค๋‘๋Š” ๋ฉด๋„๋‚ ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need ์–ด๋–ค ์ด๋Š” ๋งํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ๊ตถ์ฃผ๋ฆผ์ด์š” ๋์—†์ด ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ์ฃผ๋Š” ์—ด๋ง์ด๋ผ๊ณ  I say love, it is a flower, and you its only seed ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•˜๊ฒ ์–ด์š” ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด๋ž€ ํ•œ ์†ก์ด ๊ฝƒ์ด๊ณ  ์˜ค์ง ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋งŒ์˜ ์”จ์•—์ด๋ผ๊ณ  It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance ๋งˆ์Œ์— ์ƒ์ฒ˜ ์ž…๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋‘๋ ค์šฐ๋ฉด ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์ถค์ถ”๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์„ ๋ฐฐ์šธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. it's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance ๊ฟˆ์—์„œ ๊นจ์–ด๋‚˜๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋‘๋ ค์šฐ๋ฉด ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๊ธฐํšŒ๋ฅผ ์žก์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. it's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give ๋‚จ์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ๋ฐ›๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋ถ€ํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๋‚จ์—๊ฒŒ ์ฃผ์ง€๋„ ๋ชปํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. and the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to love ์ฃฝ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋‘๋ ค์šด ์˜ํ˜ผ์€ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์‚ฌ๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์„ ๋ฐฐ์šฐ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long ์ง€๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜ ์“ธ์“ธํžˆ ๋ฐค์„ ๋ณด๋ƒˆ๊ณ  ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜ ๋ฉ€๊ณ  ํ—˜ํ•œ ๊ธธ์„ ๊ฑธ์–ด ์™”์„ ๋•Œ and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด๋ž€ ๋‹จ์ง€ ์šด ์ข‹์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด๋‚˜ ๊ฐ•์ธํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์—๊ฒŒ๋งŒ ์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๊ฒ ์ฃ . Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•˜์„ธ์š”. ๊ฒจ์šธ์˜ ๋งค์„œ์šด ๋ˆˆ ๋”๋ฏธ ์†์—์„œ๋„ lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose. ๋ด„์˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์Šค๋Ÿฐ ํ–‡๋น›์„ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋ฉด ํ•œ ์†ก์ด ์žฅ๋ฏธ๋กœ ํ”ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋Š” ์”จ์•—์ด ์ˆจ์–ด ์žˆ๋‹ต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.