The Things You Are to Me

If I held in my hand, every grain of sand, Since time first began to be, Still, I could never count, measure the amount, Of all the things you are to me, If I could paint the sky, hang it out to dry, I would want the sky to be Oh,such a grand design,

If I held in my hand ... 如果我握在手心 every grain of sand ... 每一把细沙 Since time first began to be ... 自一开始那样 Still, I could never count ... 我仍旧不能细数 measure the amount ... 数出数量 Of all the things you are to me ... 所有你给我的感觉 If I could paint the sky ... 如果我能色彩