I Concentrate On You

I Concentrate On You - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

Whenever skies look gray to me and trouble begins to brew

Whenever the winter winds become too strong

I concentrate on you

When fortune cries "Nay, nay" to me

And people declare "You're through"

Whenever the blues become my only songs

I concentrate on you

On your smile, so sweet, so tender

When at first my kiss you do decline

On the light in your eyes when you surrender

And once again our arms intertwine

And so when wise men say to me

That love's young dream never comes true

To prove that even the wise men can be wrong

I concentrate on you