Boom, boom, bang—echoes of time!
Whispers in the forest, wind softly speaks,
Golden light inside, a kingdom’s dream it keeps.
Beyond the darkness, shining bright and free,
Legacy walks on through eternity.
Brush strokes writing history deep,
Chronicling truth for the world to keep.
A thousand years, knowledge stands tall,
Ink on the pages, wisdom for all.
The past recorded, future alight,
Roots run deep, standing upright.
Echoes of knowledge, voices remain,
Following ancestors, walking their lane.
Light of a thousand years, path of the past,
Names called by the sky so vast.
History eternal, not disappearing,
Shining forever, never ceasing.
Unwavering faith in the brush so bold,
Calligraphy’s touch shakes the world untold.
Winds of winter in paintings remain,
Yet the fire of learning still burns through pain.
Even in exile, his light still stayed,
A world of letters that never decayed.
Art and wisdom, a spirit profound,
Colors the world with echoes of sound.
Tides of change, a choice was made,
Breaking old chains, a future laid.
Opening doors to a world anew,
Yet the blade of fate was aimed at you.
Reform was left, but time was unkind,
The embers remain, refusing to die.
A vision ahead, beyond its day,
Yet history shines in its own way.
Chains of empire, yet they could not bind,
A warrior’s cry, roaring through time.
For the land, he gave his breath,
His name remains, burning in death.
The spirit of freedom, the path of fight,
His fire lives on, burning bright.
A forgotten hero, but we recall,
The blood that fought to free us all.
Time flows on, yet the spirit stays,
A shining name that lights our way.
Every stroke and every step,
History lives, never forget.
Light of a thousand years, path of the past,
Names called by the sky so vast.
History eternal, not disappearing,
Shining forever, never ceasing.
Time moves on, yet the legacy stays,
Golden dawn from ancient days.
We walk this path with voices strong,
The light of our name will carry on.
Whispers in the forest, wind softly speaks,
Golden light inside, a kingdom’s dream it keeps.
Beyond the darkness, shining bright and free,
Legacy walks on through eternity.
Brush strokes writing history deep,
Chronicling truth for the world to keep.
A thousand years, knowledge stands tall,
Ink on the pages, wisdom for all.
The past recorded, future alight,
Roots run deep, standing upright.
Echoes of knowledge, voices remain,
Following ancestors, walking their lane.
Light of a thousand years, path of the past,
Names called by the sky so vast.
History eternal, not disappearing,
Shining forever, never ceasing.
Unwavering faith in the brush so bold,
Calligraphy’s touch shakes the world untold.
Winds of winter in paintings remain,
Yet the fire of learning still burns through pain.
Even in exile, his light still stayed,
A world of letters that never decayed.
Art and wisdom, a spirit profound,
Colors the world with echoes of sound.
Tides of change, a choice was made,
Breaking old chains, a future laid.
Opening doors to a world anew,
Yet the blade of fate was aimed at you.
Reform was left, but time was unkind,
The embers remain, refusing to die.
A vision ahead, beyond its day,
Yet history shines in its own way.
Chains of empire, yet they could not bind,
A warrior’s cry, roaring through time.
For the land, he gave his breath,
His name remains, burning in death.
The spirit of freedom, the path of fight,
His fire lives on, burning bright.
A forgotten hero, but we recall,
The blood that fought to free us all.
Time flows on, yet the spirit stays,
A shining name that lights our way.
Every stroke and every step,
History lives, never forget.
Light of a thousand years, path of the past,
Names called by the sky so vast.
History eternal, not disappearing,
Shining forever, never ceasing.
Time moves on, yet the legacy stays,
Golden dawn from ancient days.
We walk this path with voices strong,
The light of our name will carry on.