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点击复制I don't know if this feeling will last forever
The dust motes dance in the afternoon light
I don't know if I'm doing this wrong or right
This fragile hope, it feels so new and strange
I don't know if this feeling will last forever
But I am trying... I'm trying.
Maybe the trying is the point, not the prize
Maybe the grace is in the fight to be wise
Not a finished statue, just a work of art
A hesitant, hopeful, human heart.
I scroll through memories, faded and worn
Of every lesson I was ever taught
A quiet voice that echoes in the haze
Said"the thought of maybe being a good person...
...is what keeps me trying to be a good person."
Maybe the trying is the point, not the prize
Maybe the grace is in the fight to be wise
Not a finished statue, just a work of art
A hesitant, hopeful, human heart.
And it's not a blinding light, no sudden change
It's a quiet ember I'm learning to contain
And maybe... maybe there's something to that.
Maybe there's something...
I don't know...
But I am trying.
Just trying.