The Moonlit River
Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers through the bamboo on the side. A lonely boat drifts slowly, with an old man at the oar, He sings a song of memories from days gone by before. The stars above are shining like diamonds in the dark, A nightingale responds with notes both tender and stark. He thinks of friends and laughter from many years ago, When life was full of promise, and hearts were all aglow. Now time has passed like water, and youth has slipped ...
The Moonlit River
Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers through the bamboo on the side. A lonely boat drifts slowly, with an old man at the oar, He sings a song of memories from days gone by before. The stars above are shining like diamonds in the dark, A nightingale responds with notes both tender and stark. He thinks of friends and laughter from many years ago, When life was full of promise, and hearts were all aglow. Now time has passed like water, and youth has slipped ...
