A silver moon drifts on the river deep, While whispers through the reeds softly sweep. A lone boat floats where dim lights gleam, Blending with stars in a seamless dream. Fishermen sing tales of ages past, With nets cast wide in shadows vast. The water flows, both dark and clear, Holding the joys and silent tears. No need to ask where this stream ends— It journeys on, round countless bends. Just cherish the night, the breeze, the tide, And let the river be your guide.

A silver moon drifts on the river deep, While whispers through the reeds softly sweep. A lone boat floats where dim lights gleam, Blending with stars in a seamless dream. Fishermen sing tales of ages past, With nets cast wide in shadows vast. The water flows, both dark and clear, Holding the joys and silent tears. No need to ask where this stream ends— It journeys on, round countless bends. Just cherish the night, the breeze, the tide, And let the river be your guide.