For the world, a whisper of dawn on the river,
bamboo bends, water remembers every name.
Ink of centuries dissolves into moonlight,
a single tear becomes the sea we cross.
For the world, I braid silence into song,
let iron bells of longing ring through mist.
Footprints fade; the heart keeps printing earth,
every pulse a drum returning home.
For the world, I break my shadow like bread,
share it with strangers under one same sky.
When the last lotus falls, we rise as echo,
breath answering breath, endless, unbound.