幸运.心韵

一朵朵鲜艳的玫瑰，就算它多美，多么吸引人。。

还是会有被遗弃的那一天！

颜色褪了~只剩下那枯了的花瓣。。

 人的生命，会不会就如一朵玫瑰？

还是~玫瑰都不如~

玫瑰让人又爱又恨。。

虽然它很美，但却有让人不能不防的保护层-茎上的刺

那么我们人的保护层，又是什么？

掩饰自己吗？还是~ 永远要带着面具?

或许说，人真的不如那一朵玫瑰，

至少它枯萎的时候，有人还会想起它曾经的“娇艳”，

那人呢？

那真是一个可笑的笑话！

心韵，是时候长大咯！

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                                                                       ...Leann Rimes < The Rose >