its the heart
And the soul afraid of dyingThat never learns to live. When the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too long, 그 꽃이 씨앗을 만들까? 그 씨앗이 꽃을 피우는 것과 사랑이 무슨 관계가 있을까? 그녀는 죽어가고, 삶은 계속. ps. 그래도 믿음이란게... ㅎㅎ Some say love, it is a riverThat drowns the tender reed.Some say love, it is a razorThat leaves your soul to bleed.Some say love, it is a hunger,An endless aching need.I say love, it is a flower..
