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点击复制What you thought was true love, a seed of fate,
Turns out to be a well-crafted masquerade.
Soft whispers hide the moves on the board,
You played the role, but the game kept score.
Promises drift like sand in the breeze,
Deep love often fades with such ease.
Who’s laughing now, who wears the crown,
When love unrooted simply falls down?
True love’s mirage, just a fragile façade,
Without pure intent, it all feels charred.
May we seek skies unclouded and free,
Holding time’s hand, with love’s clarity.
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