装B年龄不能错过。记录生活势在必得~

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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 a chance.                

It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.                 

And the soul, afraid of dyin', 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 in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,                   

Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose.