| Song | Written in the Stars |
| Artist | LeAnn Rimes |
| Album | I Need You |
| Lyrics：Tim Rice | |
| Music：Elton John | |
| Arranger：Andrew Pryce Jackman | |
| Artist：艾尔顿强 | |
| I am here to tell you we can never meet again | |
| Simple really | |
| Isn't it? | |
| A word or two and then | |
| A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when | |
| You think of me | |
| Or speak of me | |
| Or wonder what befell | |
| The someone you once loved so long ago so well | |
| Never wonder what I feel | |
| As living shuffles by | |
| You don't have | |
| To ask me | |
| I need not reply | |
| Every moment of my life | |
| From now until I die | |
| I would think or dream of you | |
| And fail to understand | |
| How a perfect love can be confounded out of our hands | |
| Is it written in the stars? | |
| Are we paying for some crime? | |
| Is it all that we are good for? | |
| Just a stretch of mortal time | |
| Is this God's experiment? | |
| In which we have no say | |
| In which we're given paradise | |
| But only for a day | |
| Nothing can be altered there is nothing to decide | |
| No escape | |
| No change of heart | |
| No any place to hide | |
| You are all I've ever wanted, but this I am denied | |
| Sometimes in my darkest thoughts I wish I'd never learn | |
| What it is to be in love and have that love return | |
| Is it written in the stars? | |
| Are we paying for some crime? | |
| Is it all that we are good for? | |
| Just a stretch of mortal time | |
| Is this God's experiment? | |
| In which we have no say | |
| In which we're given paradise | |
| But only for a day | |
| Is it written in the stars? | |
| Are we paying for some crime? | |
| Is it all that we are good for? | |
| Just a stretch of mortal time | |
| Is this God's experiment? | |
| In which we have no say | |
| In which we're given paradise | |
| But only for a day |
| Lyrics: Tim Rice | |
| Music: Elton John | |
| Arranger: Andrew Pryce Jackman | |
| Artist: ài ěr dùn qiáng | |
| I am here to tell you we can never meet again | |
| Simple really | |
| Isn' t it? | |
| A word or two and then | |
| A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when | |
| You think of me | |
| Or speak of me | |
| Or wonder what befell | |
| The someone you once loved so long ago so well | |
| Never wonder what I feel | |
| As living shuffles by | |
| You don' t have | |
| To ask me | |
| I need not reply | |
| Every moment of my life | |
| From now until I die | |
| I would think or dream of you | |
| And fail to understand | |
| How a perfect love can be confounded out of our hands | |
| Is it written in the stars? | |
| Are we paying for some crime? | |
| Is it all that we are good for? | |
| Just a stretch of mortal time | |
| Is this God' s experiment? | |
| In which we have no say | |
| In which we' re given paradise | |
| But only for a day | |
| Nothing can be altered there is nothing to decide | |
| No escape | |
| No change of heart | |
| No any place to hide | |
| You are all I' ve ever wanted, but this I am denied | |
| Sometimes in my darkest thoughts I wish I' d never learn | |
| What it is to be in love and have that love return | |
| Is it written in the stars? | |
| Are we paying for some crime? | |
| Is it all that we are good for? | |
| Just a stretch of mortal time | |
| Is this God' s experiment? | |
| In which we have no say | |
| In which we' re given paradise | |
| But only for a day | |
| Is it written in the stars? | |
| Are we paying for some crime? | |
| Is it all that we are good for? | |
| Just a stretch of mortal time | |
| Is this God' s experiment? | |
| In which we have no say | |
| In which we' re given paradise | |
| But only for a day |