我視萬象皆光影，唯獨見你是詩篇。
聞盡眾聲皆塵喧，唯獨聽你似清弦。
I see the world in fleeting light and shade,
Where every form begins to blur and bend.
But you alone—a poem softly made,
A line that lingers, carved beyond the end.
I hear the crowd, a restless, noisy stream,
Their voices thick with dust and disarray.
Yet yours—so clear, like strings within a dream,
A quiet chord that leads the soul away.