The Rose - 藤田惠美
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 dyin
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编辑于2006/10/16更新