Ai wa Hana, Kimi wa Sono Tane

Ai wa Hana, Kimi wa Sono Tane is the theme song of Only Yesterday film performed by Harumi Miyako. It is a Japanese translation of 's composition "The Rose".

Japanese
やさしさを　押し流す 愛　それは川 魂を　切り裂 愛　それはナイフ とめどない　渇きが 愛だと　いうけれど 愛は花　生命の花 きみは　その種子 挫けるのを　恐れて 躍らない　きみのこころ 醒めるのを　恐れて チャンス逃す　きみの夢 奪われるのが　嫌さに 与えない　こころ 死ぬのを　恐れて 生きることができない 長い夜　ただひとり 遠い道　ただひとり 愛なんて　来やしない そう　おもうときには 思いだしてごらん　冬 雪に　埋もれていても 種子は春　おひさまの 愛で　花ひらく

Romaji
Yasashisa wo oshi-nagasu Ai, sore wa kawa Tamashii wo kiri-saku Ai, sore wa knife Ai dato iu keredo Ai wa hana, inochi no hana Kimi wa sono tane Kujikeru no wo osorete Odoranai kimi no kokoro Sameru no wo osorete Chance nogasu ki no yume Ubawareru noga iyasa ni Ataenai kokoro Shinu no wo osorete Ikiru koto ga dekinai Nagai yoru tada hitori Tooi michi tada hitori Ai nante kiyashinai Sou omou toki niwa Omoi-dashite goran fuyu Yuki ni umorete itemo Tane wa haru ohisama no Ai de hana hiraku

Translation
Pushing through the tenderness Love, that is a river Cutting your soul to bleed Love, that is a knife Some say love it is a hunger Tomedonai kawaki ga for endless aching need I say love it is a flower, a flower of life And you, you are its 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 heart that won't be taken and 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 Love will never come when you think like that Just remember in the winter Even though it is covered by snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring blooms the flower

The Rose lyrics
Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor That leaves the soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, An endless, aching need. I say love, it is a flower, And you, its 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.

The Rose