The rose

屈联西

　　some say love
　　it is a river
　　that drowns tender reed
　　some say love
　　it is a razor
　　that leaves your soul to bleed
　　some say love
　　it is a hunger,
　　that endless aching need
　　i say love
　　it is a flower
　　and you it's only seed
　　(break)
　　it's the heart afriad of breaking
　　that never learns to dance
　　it's the dream afriad of waking
　　that never takes the chance
　　it's the one who won't be taken
　　who can not seem to give
　　and the soul afraid of dying
　　that never learns to live
　　(break)
　　when the night has been too lonely
　　and the road has been too long
　　and you think
　　that love is not 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 the rose
　　
　　
　　有人说，爱，如流水，浸润了柔嫩的芦苇
　　有人说，爱，似利刃，丢下一个滴血的灵魂
　　有人说，爱，是无尽的欲望，煎熬无比，却无法自拔
　　我却说，爱，是绽放的花朵，而你是唯一的种子
　　
　　这是一颗憔悴的心，
　　再也无法忆起那跳动的感觉
　　这是一个不愿醒来的梦境，
　　再无勇气去尝试
　　这是一个不曾离开却也不曾给予的人
　　那畏死的灵魂，再无法生存
　　
　　太孤寂的夜，太漫长的路
　　你说，爱是唯一
　　我们那麽幸运，我们矢志不渝
　　只记得冬日里，当天空中雪花飘飞
　　种子沐浴着阳光的爱
　　冬去春来，一朵玫瑰，娇艳盛开