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点击复制Your hands keep gardens I had buried,
flowers wilted by regret;
you kneel beside forgotten soil
and find the seeds I can’t forget
Your voice is gentle restoration
lifting roots from tangled ground;
love becomes the quiet gardener
healing places never found
Across the dusk you plant your promise
care and trust in fertile lines;
the barren places bloom with courage
as your steady heart aligns
Stay where summer meets our shadows
teaching loss to rise again;
you cultivate my silent wasteland
into fields that welcome rain