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点击复制In a wooden box beneath the bed
Sleep envelopes fragile pale and thin
Ink has faded into trembling grey
Yet each curve still guards the night within
Every line a lantern in the rain
Every word a bandage over pain
You wrote of mornings near a river bend
Of a sparrow tearing clouds apart
You spoke of courage stitched through daily tasks
Of quiet mercy training every heart
Reading now my chest begins to burn
At how you trusted what the tides return
Days rush past with hurried glass-lit screens
Messages blink appear then fall away
Still no shining icon in the dark
Carries weight like letters made of clay
From your paper breath I drink again
A stranger healed by an old refrain
When this life forgets its slower art
When I misplace what truly makes me whole
I will kneel beside that wooden box
Lift each page like relic bread and gold
Through folded time your gentle script will prove:
To write one name with care is larger than the world