she may be the face I
can't forget 她，也许就是那张我无法忘怀的容颜
a trace of pleasure I regret 是一屡我所为之叹息的惬意
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay 也许是我的瑰宝或我必须付出的代价 she may be the song that Summer sings 她，也许就是那夏日的绵绵短歌
may be the chill that autumn brings 也许那是秋天的一缕寒风
my be a hundred different things 也许是百般变化的生活
within the measure of the day. 融入了平日 she may be the beauty or the beast 她也许是美女，也许是野兽
may be the famine or the feast 也许饥荒也许是盛宴
may turn each day into heaven or a hell 也许会把每天
a trace of pleasure I regret 是一屡我所为之叹息的惬意
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay 也许是我的瑰宝或我必须付出的代价 she may be the song that Summer sings 她，也许就是那夏日的绵绵短歌
may be the chill that autumn brings 也许那是秋天的一缕寒风
my be a hundred different things 也许是百般变化的生活
within the measure of the day. 融入了平日 she may be the beauty or the beast 她也许是美女，也许是野兽
may be the famine or the feast 也许饥荒也许是盛宴
may turn each day into heaven or a hell 也许会把每天