Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so deep, Where willow branches sway and nightingales sleep. A lonely boatman sings a song of ancient years, Echoing through the mist that hides the harbor’s piers. His melody recalls a love long washed away, Like cherry blossoms fallen at the break of day. Yet in the current’s whisper, secrets softly keep— The river runs to oceans where forgotten dreams sleep.

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so deep, Where willow branches sway and nightingales sleep. A lonely boatman sings a song of ancient years, Echoing through the mist that hides the harbor’s piers. His melody recalls a love long washed away, Like cherry blossoms fallen at the break of day. Yet in the current’s whisper, secrets softly keep— The river runs to oceans where forgotten dreams sleep.