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点击复制Across the aisle a mirror sways
Reflecting lives in fleeting phase;
Each traveler a moving face
Each glance a prayer for silent grace
I see myself then see through me
The maple hills the rolling sea;
We’re passengers through every role
Reflected yet essentially whole
The mirror hums of transit peace
That change is form not soul’s decrease;
What passes fast can still be true
What shifts away can still renew
At journey’s end I meet my gaze
Unfamiliar yet more amazed;
The glass has shown with quiet art—
We travel outward to return the heart