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Intro (Spoken, low cold voice)
They say courts stand for fair justice.
Yet when the gavel slams hard,
It smashes storefront signs,
And crushes our thousand-year cultural legacy.
Who owns these timeless traditional patterns?
Verse 1
July air chills Beijing to the bone
A luxury brand’s lawyers stride in with arrogant tones
They claim a four-leaf design is their exclusive own
Blind to our ancient art that long predates their loan
Tang floral motifs bloomed along the Silk Road trail
Persimmon carvings etched on bronze without fail
This shared heritage belongs to all our race
Now locked by corporations in private legal space
They lost all lawsuits across the West’s domain
Then turned to China, wielding legal chains
Targeting small street shops, local tea’s sweet scent
Silencing every vulnerable resident
This is no trademark shield, a mass eradication scheme
This is no IP defense, disguised cultural theft supreme
Pre-Chorus
Jasmine tea cups sealed with restraining tape
Duck noodle signs sway lonely in the drape
Small business hopes break ‘neath legal threat’s weight
Grassroots creative sparks fade into hate
You call this rule of law? A trap we’re forced to bear!
You call this justice? Corporate unfair tyranny everywhere!
They turn shared cultural art to private fortified grounds
They harvest our ancestral designs for endless profit bounds
Chorus (Scream, full orchestral peak，意译优化，强押韵)
I give my blood to guard our heritage! Strike down unjust power!
Rip my throat raw, I’ll roar the truth hour after hour
Blood-streaked palms clutch the fire of righteous truth
Strike at me! Let every lie stand exposed in youth!
Strike at me! Let greedy corporate rule collapse, uncouth!
I fear no flood of lawsuits, no corporate blade’s sharp bite
While our cultural soul survives, I will never bow, not once in life!
(Yeah! Never bow down!)
Verse 2
That so-called "curated narrative" reeks of hollow irony
Delete online clips, but not the wounds deep inside me
The internet holds records, data will not lie
We see the cold, greedy logic behind their alibi
Online views are weapons, sentiment a cheap stage prop
Today we leave trivial entertainment behind, take justice’s battleground top
Craftsmen carry grief too heavy to voice aloud
Silenced for years, their wounds run deep and proud
But today we lift our voices, unified and loud
For small shops crushed beneath legal crowd
For local original art locked by trademark shroud
Stop our shared culture from being bought and monopolized outright!
Bridge (Instrument drop: heartbeat drums + solo cello，诗歌轻直译通俗化)
Two great poets wrote of love for this scarred native land
One traced its wounded soil with palms worn and tanned
The other swore if he were a bird upon the breeze
He’d sing with a raw, hoarse throat through every hardship’s freeze
Our whole nation’s woken, united, standing tall
I spill my blood for our heritage, no hatred in my call
Only to protect the soul of this land we give our all!
Chorus (Choir layered, epic climax)
I give my blood to guard our heritage! Strike down unjust power!
Rip my throat raw, I’ll roar the truth hour after hour
Blood-streaked palms clutch the fire of righteous truth
Strike at me! Let every lie stand exposed in youth!
Strike at me! Let greedy corporate rule collapse, uncouth!
I fear no flood of lawsuits, no corporate blade’s sharp bite
While our cultural soul survives, I will never bow, not once in life!
(Yeah! Never bow down!)
Outro (Rock fades, guqin + soft glitch static, calm spoken)
Traditional patterns belong to everyone.
Culture must stay free for every living one.
Human dignity can never be undone.
Strike at me.
(Sharp single gavel hit, abrupt silence)
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