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点击复制A hundred years of polishing this glass
My silver squeegee, a part of my hand
Searching for a world with no shadows
I stand before the window once again
They tell me,"Master, it's enough"
But I see a smudge, a ghost in the light
Beyond the transparency, the future waits
Oh, the Glass Master! Polishing his soul
A holy friction, bringing in the light
So clear, even the birds crash and fall
I give you the gift of ultimate clarity
Through the freezing winter, through the burning heat
Invisibility is my only justice
As if the glass doesn't even exist
I vanish into the reflection
One final stroke, a silent prayer
Exposing the world to the brilliant sun
Oh, the Glass Master! A century of solitude
Shining bright, the eye of this city
I am the guardian of the unseen
It is finished