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点击复制I lived as echoes borrowed from the past
A voice half-shaken by the shadows cast
I thought my own identity couldn’t last
A fragile flame too brittle for the blast
Then came your light—so subtle warm and wise
It gathered all the pieces I’d disguise
It lifted truths I’d buried under lies
And showed me beauty hidden in my eyes
Your faith restored the parts that broke too soon
It held me up beneath a silver moon
My heart once quiet as a fading tune
Became a rising river freed in June
So call my name when nights grow sharp and steep
When ghosts return and old regrets run deep
For in your voice my scattered truths reclaim
Their rightful shape—and teach me my true name