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 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 dying 
that never learns to live. 
and 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 snow 
lies the seed that with the sun@s love, 
in the spring, becomes a rose

喜欢这一首歌到一个地步..
最近的感觉很怪...
怎么我总爱这样子啊？
连我自己都不喜欢我自己了！