龅牙孜

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 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 is a flower
And you, it's only seed

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 snow lies the seed
That with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose