Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets to the tide. On distant shores, the willow branches sway, As stars above dance in the night’s array. A lonely boat drifts with the current’s grace, Leaving no mark on time or endless space. The fisherman sings a melody old and deep, While all the world lies hushed in tranquil sleep. Through mist and foam, the waters weave their tale, Of journeys long and loves that never fail. Yet dawn will break, and night mus...