陈凯师质数只能被1和它自身整除，-阁樓底

陈凯师The rose手嶌葵

Some say love,it is a river
有人在说，爱是河流；
That drowns the tender reed.
柔柔蒹葭，没于水下。
Some say love,it is a razor
有人在说，爱是剃刀；
That leaves your soul to bleed.
留你魂灵，遍体鳞伤。
Some say love, it is a hunger
有人在说，爱是饥渴；
An endless, aching need.
刻骨刺痛，无尽念想。
I say love it is a flower
我却要说，爱是鲜花；
And you, its only seed
而你便是，仅有胚芽。
It's the heartthat feels the breaking
它是那心，感触破碎；
That never learns to dance.
舞姿蹁跹，自此绝缘。
It's the dream afraid of waking
它是那梦，担心惊醒；
That never takes the chance.
良机不再，一去不还。
It's the one who won't be taken
它是那人，难被接纳；
Who cannot seem to give.
想他付出，看似虚妄。
And the soul afraid of dying
又是那魂，畏惧死亡；
That never learns to live.
要学生活，却是妄想。
When the night has been too lonely
长夜漫漫，莫名孤单；
And the road has been too long
前途迢迢，道路险长。
And you think that love is only
此刻会想，爱仅礼物；
For the lucky and the strong
幸运强大，方为根源。
Just remember in the winter
是否记起，冬日绵长；
Far beneath the bitter snows
冰雪刺骨，胚芽深藏。
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
等待阳光，如爱天降；
In the spring becomes the rose.
春风拂面，玫瑰怒放。

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