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 Th编辑于2006/10/16更新