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点击复制A gate of doubt stands high and wide
Its rust a tale the years provide;
I press my palm with salted tear
The hinge begins to lose its fear
The lock unbinds the chains decay
The meadow breathes the sky turns gray;
The grass invites the storm recedes
The heart remembers what it needs
The brine restores the faded art
It cleans the wound it steadies heart;
The door once shut begins to sing
The courage flows through everything
I leave the gate the salt remains
It guards the path where hope sustains;
Each drop a vow each grain sincere—
To walk through love not built of fear