A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten times and ancient tones. Beneath the willow’s shade, where dappled sunlight plays, A lonely traveler rests to ponder through the haze. He recalls a dream of mountains clad in misty blue, Where cranes took flight above the bamboo’s verdant hue. The moon once kissed the petals of a peach tree in bloom, Now memories linger like a faint and distant perfume. Yet the brook flows on with its soft, persistent song, Remin...

A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, Whispering tales of forgotten times and ancient tones. Beneath the willow’s shade, where dappled sunlight plays, A lonely traveler rests to ponder through the haze. He recalls a dream of mountains clad in misty blue, Where cranes took flight above the bamboo’s verdant hue. The moon once kissed the petals of a peach tree in bloom, Now memories linger like a faint and distant perfume. Yet the brook flows on with its soft, persistent song, Remin...