If the hands of TimeWere hands that I could holdI'd keep them warm and in my handsThey'd not turn coldHand in hand we'd chooseThe moments that should lastThe lovely moments that should haveNo future, and no pastThe Summer from the top of a swingThe comfort and the sound of a lullabyThe innocence of leaves in the SpringBut most of all the moment when love first touched me
长路奉献给远方玫瑰奉献给爱情我拿什么奉献给你我的爱人白云奉献给草场江河奉献给海洋我拿什么奉献给你我的朋友
These fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscious bareIt's witchcraftAnd I've got no defense for itThe heat is too intense for itWhat good would common sense for it do
Phone rings, door chimes, in comes CompanyNo strings, good times, room hums CompanyLate nights, quick bites, party gamesDeep talks, long walks, telephone callsThoughts shared, souls bared, private namesAll those photos up on the walls"With love,"
