寂寞，路太。当你以为只属於幸运者和大的人，只要记住，在冬天，皑皑的白雪面，埋著一颗。天，在光的抚，变成一朵玫瑰。

The rose　 by bette midler

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 a 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 snows,

lies the seed, that with the sun’s love, in the spring becomes the rose

番外：在你的生活里

Razor 之番外：在你的生活里

他妈的又到了八大公山。秋日，这原始森林中并不如城市那麽燥，树林中还有著隐隐的雾。欧鹏跟著厉剑，跌跌撞撞，在没路的森林里拼命地跑著。

一个没留神，欧鹏被突的树绊了一，如果不是厉剑疾手快，欧鹏非摔个狗吃屎不可。

厉剑搀著欧鹏，见男人息得话都说不来，衣服汗透，有些心疼，不过这个地方不能久留，太危险，而且也没有歇脚的地方，便拖著欧鹏，又跑了几百米，到了一个小溪，二话不说，拖著欧鹏就到溪中，然後在小溪里逆著往上走，弯弯曲曲的跑了将近一两里路，才上岸，到了小溪的另一边，仔细探查了一地形，这才止住脚步，松开手。

欧鹏扑到在地上，哼哼唧唧了好一会儿，才过气来，从厉剑

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