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点击复制Your voice drifts through my quiet night
gentle as rain on a trembling flame;
a breath that follows my hidden fears
a touch that gathers my scattered shame
Your footsteps land where sorrow sleeps
soft enough not to wake its cries;
you turn my darkness into wind
that lifts a silent dream to rise
Your gaze restores forgotten rooms
dust-lit corridors of my past;
in every glance I feel rebuilt
piece by fragile piece at last
Keep close the echo calling me home
even when miles disguise the way;
your love remains the truest map—
a compass carved from yesterday