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点击复制A bow draws sound through frozen air
Each note a scar that turns to prayer;
The maple wood recalls the fall
And gives the silence back its call
Her fingers bloom though numb and frail
Each string becomes a silver trail;
The audience—two crows one moon
Still hears redemption in the tune
She plays until the dawn appears
A bridge of tones across her fears;
Each echo builds a brighter chord
Where loneliness becomes reward
The snow resumes its quiet play
Her footprints mark the fleeting stay;
And in that trace the truth is sown—