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点击复制The flames translate our longing
to languages of red;
each spark a small confession
for things we left unsaid
We toast the bread of memory
we sip the wine of night;
we tell the truth in laughter
and leave the rest to light
Ash settles like acceptance
the logs collapse in prayer;
the hearth remains the teacher
of what it means to care
Outside the snow rehearses
inside the warmth replies—
to burn is not destruction
but how the dark survives