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点击复制Last night’s tears still mark the glass,
But sunlight whispers, “this too shall pass.”
A trembling hand, but still I stand,
When dawn holds gently to my hand.
The echoes fade, the room exhales,
I count the stars the darkness fails.
Each breath a bridge to who I’ve been,
And softly, I begin again.
From broken seeds, the roots still climb,
Pain rewrites itself through time.
When dawn holds my hand again,
I breathe where shadows end.
All I lost becomes the ground,
Where quiet courage can be found.
Old shoes, worn but not ashamed,
Carry me through streets unnamed.
The air is cold, but faith is near,
And every step dissolves the fear.
Even fall becomes my friend,
It teaches how the dark can mend.
When dawn holds my hand again,
The silence starts to bend.
I rise between the night and day,
And softly find my way.
Let every wound learn how to sing,
The smallest light can start a spring.
Let rivers bloom beneath the skin,
Where broken hearts can grow again.
Let every wound learn how to sing,
The smallest light can start a spring.
Let rivers bloom beneath the skin,
Where broken hearts can grow again.
When dawn holds my hand again,
I walk with hope within.
Through broken hours, through tender pain,
I’ll rise again, I’ll rise again.
Now light is all I understand,
When dawn still holds my hand.
When dawn holds my hand again,
I walk with hope within.
Through broken hours, through tender pain,
I’ll rise again, I’ll rise again.
Now light is all I understand,
When dawn still holds my hand.