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	[English song translation] The Rose 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 the chance It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give And the soul afraid of dying 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 snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose.		¤H»¡·R¬O¤@±ø¿E¬y ®¡·N·Ê·Ê«e½Ä ¤H»¡·R¬O¤@¹D¶Ë¤f µh·¡¥Ã»Ê¤ß¤¤ ¤H»¡·R¬O¤@ºØ»Ý¨D ¥Rº¡µLºÉ­Wµh §Ú»¡·R¬O¤@®èªá¦· §A¬O°ß¤@¬óºØ ¬OÁû©È¯}¸Hªº¤ßÆF ¹çÄ@¤£»R°Ê ¬O­Ó©È´²·Àªº¤Û¼v ¹çÄ@¤£¥h¹Ú ¬O¥÷©È³Q©Úªº·P±¡ ¹çÄ@¤£Ä²¸I ¬O­Ó©È¬\º`ªº©ÊÆF ¹çÄ@¤£¬¡°Ê ·í¶Â©]¬O¤@¤ù©t±I «e¸ô¥Rº¡¯ð´Æ ·í§A»{¬°·R¥u¬OÄݩ󩯹B±jªÌ¤§¯Å ¤£­n§Ñ°O ¦b´H¥V¸Ì Âг·¤Uªº¤g°ï ¶§¥ú¤§·R¥¥¨|ªººØ¬ó ¦b¬K¤Ñ¶}¥Xª´ºÀ
	[English song translation] From A Distance From a distance the world looks blue and green And the snow-capped mountains white From a distance the ocean meets the stream And the eagle takes to fly From a distance there is harmony And it echoes through the land It's the voice of hope It's the voice of peace It's the voice of every man From a distance we all have enough And no one is in need And there are no guns, no bombs and no disease No hungry mouths to feed From a distance we are instruments Marching in a commen band Playing songs of hope Playing songs of peace They're the songs of every man God is watching us God is watching us God is watching us From a distance From a distance you looks like my friend Even though we are at war From a distance I just can't comprehend What all this fighting is for From a distance thre is harmony And it echoes through the land It's the hope of hopes It's the love of loves It's the heart of every man It's the hope of hopes It's the love of loves This is the song for every man		¦b¨º¦a¤è¡A¤j¦aªoºñ«C½µ ¸s¤s¶¯«Ï±WÀ¯ ¦b¨º¦a¤è,¯E®ü¼ê´û¬¤´é ÂEÆN¿¬µ¾´¸ªÅ ¦b¨º¦a¤è,¦³µÛ©M¿Ó¦w¸Ô ³ß¼Ö¥|³B¶Ç»w ¬O§Æ±æ¤§Án ¬O©M¥­¤§Án ¬O¥þ¤HÃþ·Q±æ¤§Án ¦b¨º¦a¤è,¨É¨ü¤Ñ½ç©¯ºÖ ¤H­Ì¥Í¬¡´I¨¬ ¨S¦³ºj¯¥,¨S¦³¾Ôª§²þ¬r ¨S¦³¯e¯f¾j¨{ ¦b¨º¦a¤è,§Ú­Ì¤Æ¨­¼Ö¾¹ ªu³~§j«µ¸tºq «µ§Æ±æ¤§ºq «µ©M¥­¤§ºq ¬O¥þ¤HÃþ·Q±æ¤§ºq ¤W«Ò¦b¬ÝÅU§Ú­Ì ¤W«Ò¦b¬ÝÅU§Ú­Ì ¤W«Ò¥L¦b¨º¨à ¬ÝÅU§Ú­Ì ¦b¨º¦a¤è,´Nºâ¬O¦b¾Ô°« ©¼¦¹ªº¤ß¨ÌµM¯u¼° ¦b¨º¦a¤è,¤H­Ì¤£·|¤F¸Ñ ¬°¦ó·|¦³ª§°õ ¦b¨º¦a¤è,¦³µÛ©M¿Ó¦w¸Ô ³ß¼Ö¥|³B¦^ÅT ¬O§Æ±æ¤¤ªº§Æ±æ ¬O³ß·R¤¤ªº³ß·R ¬O¤H­Ì¤º¤ß²`³B©Ò·Q ¬O§Æ±æ¤¤ªº§Æ±æ ¬O³ß·R¤¤ªº³ß·R ³oºq¬O¬°¥þ¥@¬É©Ò°Û
	[English poem translation] A mirror of a face.By Tu-Ya(John Xu) Time glides, like shadows of birds, soundless. The mind grows old, like a pond, aged with moss. Have you tried to scoup, from the water, for a few fishy days, But only grabbed several wrinkles, swimming in hands, Like a mirror of a face?		¤é´¾¨B²¾¦p©t¶­­¸¼v¡AµL®§ ©ÊÆF¹Ø¼W¦pÁc­aÂЪh¡AªøÁô ±N©¹¤é¹Ð·Ï¡Aº°¬~ ¨£´x¤ßªi¥ú¡Aã`ã` ¦ü®eÃC¬M¼v¡A¯¾°_
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