寂寞，路太长。当你以为爱只属於幸运者和强大的人，只要记住，在冬天，皑皑的白雪下面，埋著一颗种子。春天，在阳光的抚爱下，变成一朵玫瑰。

Therose　bybettemidler

somesaylove,itisariverthatdrownsthetenderreed.

somesaylove,itisarazorthatleavesyoursoultobleed.

somesaylove,itisahunger,anendlessachingneed.

isaylove,itisaflower,andyouit’sonlyseed.

it’stheheart,afraidofbreaking,thatneverlearnstodance.

it’sthedream,afraidofwaking,thatnevertakesachance.

it’stheonewhowon’tbetaken,whocannotseemtogive.

andthesoul,afraidofdying’,thatneverlearnstolive.

whenthenighthasbeentoolonely,andtheroadhasbeentoolong,

andyouthinkthatloveisonlyfortheluckyandthestrong,

justrememberinthewinterfarbeneaththebittersnows,

liestheseed,thatwiththesun’slove,inthespringbecomestherose

番外：在你的生活里

Razor之番外：在你的生活里

他妈的又到了八大公山。秋日，这原始森林中并不如城市那麽干燥，树林中还有著隐隐的水雾。欧鹏跟著厉剑，跌跌撞撞，在没路的森林里拼命地跑著。