A silver ribbon through the night, Where willow branches softly sway. A lonely boat drifts out of sight, As stars begin to fade away. An old man sings a mournful tune, Of lovers parted long ago. Beneath the ever-watchful moon, His voice is gentle, deep, and low. The river flows and knows no end, It carries dreams both lost and found. A message to a distant friend, In every ripple, every sound. The dawn will break, the night must cease, Yet still the waters onward glide. A timeless journey int...
