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点击复制Your name arrives with gentle grace
unsealing colors lost in rain
It traces warmth across my face
and melts the edges of my pain
I breathe it once the hours shift
the streets grow softer in their pace
A thousand sorrowed thoughts uplift
renewed in your remembered trace
Your syllables are quiet fire
a lantern shaped for wandering souls
They spark the truth of all desire
and show me where my shadows go
Whenever silence dims my sight
your name climbs high my sky restored—
a quiet syllable made of light
a single sound I can’t ignore