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 Amanda McBroom's composition "The Rose".
Lyrics[]
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.