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点击复制The kingdom of my days was small and still
A brittle place where fear controlled my will
I bowed to shadows standing on the hill
Too tired to climb too quiet to fulfill
Then came your hands—so gentle yet so sure
A warmth that whispered “You are safe endure ”
You built a strength both patient and secure
A kingdom guided by a heart so pure
You held each broken piece without disdain
You shaped them into something whole again
The ruins I believed were carved from pain
Became a throne where hope could gentle reign
So rule beside me when the world turns cold
When doubt invades the castles we uphold
For every time your quiet hands extend
The smallest realms grow strong enough to mend