With ink and courage, he wrote his fate,
At twenty-three, left home's gate.
"Never to return," his words declared,
A heart of fire, a soul bared.
Chorus
In the heart of Shanghai, under a foreign sky,
He stood tall, with a purpose high.
A single throw, a nation's cry,
For freedom's light, he dared to die.
At Hǒngkǒu Park, where shadows loomed,
A bomb was thrown, and hope bloomed.
Captured in chains, yet his spirit soared,
A martyr's path, destiny roared.
Chorus
In the heart of Shanghai, under a foreign sky,
He stood tall, with a purpose high.
A single throw, a nation's cry,
For freedom's light, he dared to die.
Outro
His name carved in history's page,
A young lion, freed from the cage.
In every heart, his flame still burns,
A legacy of hope, as the world turns.