and the road has been too long.

and you think that love is only

for the lucky and the strong.

that akes the ce

it's the one who won't be taken,

who ot seem to give

an endless, ag need

i say love it is a flower,

and you it's only seed.

连想的脑中，只剩一段旋律，低沉的嗓音，小小的走音，小心翼翼的试探，和无尽的真诚。

some say love it is a river

that drowns the tender reed.

直播的摄像师大哥的手，抖了一抖。

台下的嘉宾，还在消化这个爆炸性的新闻。

最后面的观众已经惊叫一片。

just remember in the winter

far beh the bitter snow

lies the seed that with the sun's

and the soul afraid of dying

that never learns to live.

and the night has been too lonely

it's the heart afraid of breaking

that never learns to dance

it's the dream afraid of waking

some say love it is a razor

that leaves your soul to bleed.

some say love it is a hunger

于意摸着已经有青年秃头嫌疑的脑袋：“一个头脑从没清楚过，另一个也糊涂了。”脸上，是淡淡的笑。

连艾在心里嘀咕，毁了毁了，自己说出来了，以后要再找，就不容易了，傻大哥，只能在这棵树上吊死了。

风疏狂的脸上，是一日既往面对大众时的冷漠。