前奏 If a picture paints a thousand words, Then why can't I paint you? The words will never show.the you I've come to know. if a face could launch a thousand ships, Then where am I to go? There's no one home but you, You're all that's left me too. And when my love for life is running dry, You come and pour yourself on me. Then one by one the stars would all go out, and you and I would simply fly away.