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点击复制At the final station of a worn-out day
I watched the trains and dreams both slip away
My suitcase full of things I couldn’t say
My future just a blur of smoky gray
Then you appeared a silhouette of grace
Soft music hiding in your quiet face
One honest smile transformed the crowded place
And every track turned into holy space
You asked my name;the ceiling seemed to rise
The metal glass and neon harmonized
I heard a song awaken in your eyes
A fragile hope I’d never recognized
So stay with me while all the sirens sound
And guard this fragile miracle we found
For in your presence trains no longer roam—
Wherever you may stand I’m already home