The silver moon hangs o’er the tranquil lake, Where willow branches dance and softly sway. A lonely boat drifts on the starlit wake, As whispers of the past come out to play. An old man sits with memories so deep, Recalling spring when blossoms filled the air. Now autumn’s chill has lulled the world to sleep, Yet dreams of youth still linger everywhere. The waters hold the moon’s embracing light, While distant bells echo through mountain passes. The night unfolds its tapestry so bright, A tim...

The silver moon hangs o’er the tranquil lake, Where willow branches dance and softly sway. A lonely boat drifts on the starlit wake, As whispers of the past come out to play. An old man sits with memories so deep, Recalling spring when blossoms filled the air. Now autumn’s chill has lulled the world to sleep, Yet dreams of youth still linger everywhere. The waters hold the moon’s embracing light, While distant bells echo through mountain passes. The night unfolds its tapestry so bright, A tim...