又见玫瑰

应作如是观

The Rose

— Westlife

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, 

its 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 taking, 

who cannot seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying, 

that never learns 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