那天,一朵突如其來的粉玫瑰
被插在毫不起眼的礦泉水瓶裡面…

其實,隱約的知道自己變了
就連寫文章的筆觸也不再那麼細膩
其實不是不知道身邊的細微絲毫點滴,
不知道是不是太累了還是太懶了?

把自己關起來唸書
穿起白袍的工作
和家人朋友吃吃飯…
這樣的生活似乎不太充實但也不能說平淡,只是也從沒有埋怨什麼
我常常在想,到底是欠了什麼?
愛情?

我苦笑了一下,
對,我累了…
工作累,唸書累,面對愛情說真的
我也累了
或許我對自己沒有適當的放鬆,
或許,我只要熬過五月等考完試,
我真的會開心一點!

昨天,一朵突如其來的粉玫瑰
被插在毫不起眼的礦泉水瓶裡面…
兔爸笑笑的拿到房間給我
我待在房間裡面,低頭看那抱在手中但花瓣有點黃掉的玫瑰,
閉上眼居然聞得到清新的芬芳,讓我不禁感到驚訝

很香,我笑了
心情有瞬間衝過了閾值
在我記憶裡面,除了畢業,加冠典禮,我想不起來還有什麼時候收過玫瑰花?
不過這朵小小的玫瑰,竟帶給我改變
對自己好一點,我告訴我自己

[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.