Lyric

In pages worn, in ink long dried

Old voices whisper from the side

I warm their silence, search their dust

And carve new shapes from ancient trust

Not to repeat—but to transcend

Not to return—but to ascend

Through yesterday’s ashes, I build the flame

A self reborn, beyond all name

温故知新—fire from the past

I drink from time, I rise at last

With eyes that see the soul in stone

I make the future mine alone

To know is not to kneel and bow

But to reshape the “why” and “how.”

What once was guide, is now my clay—

I break the mold to forge new ways

Even gods forget their start

But I recall, and tear apart

The chains of fate, the scripts of man—

A hero’s mind rewrites the plan

温故知新—wisdom ignites

Born of shadows, burning bright

The past is not a shackle’s chain

But fuel to set the soul aflame