The rose
Some say
love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a
razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an
endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only
seed
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its
the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who wont
be taken, the one who cant seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that
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 that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies
the seed, that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose.
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看電影"生命最後一個月的花嫁"時聽到這歌
非常喜歡
Very touching
