i never treat carelessly for each piece of paper, keep folding... folding,
ink-cut a boat, a house, a tree and a rabbit... sending to your heart from my hands.
along the way,
some were blown to pieces by the strong wind,
some were hit by the waves and stuck on the shore.
i still fold and ink-cut every day without giving up,
hope that one day they will reach where i wish them to be.
if you see the house and the tree from your heart in dream,
don't be surprised which they come with no reason.
this is the dedication silently from your best friend,
over oceans and mountains, they carry his faith and hope forward.
(adapted from bing xin's "paper boat —- send to mother")