她可能是我无法忘记的面孔
一丝喜悦或遗憾
可能是我的宝贝或我必须付出的代价
她可能是夏天唱的歌
也许秋天带来的寒冷
也许一百种不同的东西
在一天之内
她可能是美女还是野兽
可能是饥荒或盛宴
可能将每一天变成天堂或地狱
她可能是我梦dream以求的镜子
流中反映出的微笑
她可能不是她看起来的样子
在她的壳内
她,在人群中总是看起来很高兴
谁的眼睛可以那么私密又骄傲
当他们哭泣时不允许任何人看到他们
她可能是无法指望持久的爱
可能从过去的阴影中来到我身边……
She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past …She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past …
一丝喜悦或遗憾
可能是我的宝贝或我必须付出的代价
她可能是夏天唱的歌
也许秋天带来的寒冷
也许一百种不同的东西
在一天之内
她可能是美女还是野兽
可能是饥荒或盛宴
可能将每一天变成天堂或地狱
她可能是我梦dream以求的镜子
流中反映出的微笑
她可能不是她看起来的样子
在她的壳内
她,在人群中总是看起来很高兴
谁的眼睛可以那么私密又骄傲
当他们哭泣时不允许任何人看到他们
她可能是无法指望持久的爱
可能从过去的阴影中来到我身边……
She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past …She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past …
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- Elvis Presley
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