劉曉波（1955年12月28日－2017年7月13日）

An empty chair

When blood shed on the street
When dreams shattered at the crib
When the curtain collapsed
Arms kept at bay, ideas drifted away

All you can ask for is to let the spirit fly
All you can do is to keep trying to try
All you want to do is to let it go,
Even if it is not your fight

When time stands still
You hold your true, you stand tall
You have no hatred, you have no foe
You just hold, hold the will

They built the iron lock, they built the stone wall
There are fences for the road kills
There are coyotes, there are wolves
You just hold, hold the will

Keeping your chin high
Spreading open your wings wide
You are a firebird, you are a firefly
Dancing in the darkness, circling in the sky