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点击复制Your love arrives like winter rain
Soft on scars, but sharp on pain
You see the ghost I hold inside
The hollow where my fears abide
And I have built these walls so tall
To watch my own slow, sure downfall
I trace the lines along your palm
The silent storm, the heavy calm
You bear your wounds like hidden art
And still you choose to take my heart
And if we fly on wounded wings
It’s you who taught my heart the wind.