Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed...
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead...
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need...
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed...
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance...
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance...
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give...
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live...
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only...
for the lucky and the strong....
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed...
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the ROSE......
大哥！
年纪比偶小，不过感觉好成熟哦
