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.

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帶我回家，風(fēng)在稻浪上繡著晚霞，

老牛的鈴鐺搖碎黃昏的流沙；

炊煙用鄉(xiāng)音喊我乳名，

石橋下的月光替我洗腳丫。

帶我回家，雨在瓦檐上彈著琵琶，

母親的針腳縫住游子的傷疤；

泥土把心跳埋進(jìn)種子，

等一聲布谷，開成遍野的應(yīng)答。

帶我回家，路在瞳孔里漸漸融化，

我把自己疊成紙鳶掛在老樹下；

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