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.