Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow, A lonely boat on still waters row. Mountains wear shadows, deep and vast, As whispers of the past drift softly past. A crane soars high through misty skies, While distant temple bells arise. Petal falls on silent stream, Lost in a tranquil, dreamlike dream. Why ponder woes of tomorrow’s day? When night gifts peace in starry display. Drink wine with friends, let laughter ring— Life’s fleeting joy, the only timeless thing.
