那天,一朵突如其来的粉玫瑰
被插在毫不起眼的矿泉水瓶里面…

其实,隐约的知道自己变了
就连写文章的笔触也不再那么细腻
其实不是不知道身边的细微丝毫点滴,
不知道是不是太累了还是太懒了?

把自己关起来唸书
穿起白袍的工作
和家人朋友吃吃饭…
这样的生活似乎不太充实但也不能说平淡,只是也从没有埋怨什么
我常常在想,到底是欠了什么?
爱情?

我苦笑了一下,
对,我累了…
工作累,唸书累,面对爱情说真的
我也累了
或许我对自己没有适当的放松,
或许,我只要熬过五月等考完试,
我真的会开心一点!

昨天,一朵突如其来的粉玫瑰
被插在毫不起眼的矿泉水瓶里面…
兔爸笑笑的拿到房间给我
我待在房间里面,低头看那抱在手中但花瓣有点黄掉的玫瑰,
闭上眼居然闻得到清新的芬芳,让我不禁感到惊讶

很香,我笑了
心情有瞬间冲过了阈值
在我记忆里面,除了毕业,加冠典礼,我想不起来还有什么时候收过玫瑰花?
不过这朵小小的玫瑰,竟带给我改变
对自己好一点,我告诉我自己

[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 it’s 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 taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to 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 snow
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love,
In the spring, becomes the rose.