The silver moon hangs o'er the tranquil bay, Where whispering waves in gentle rhythms play. A lonely sail drifts toward heaven's edge, As stars above their ancient vows pledge. On distant shores where peach blossoms bloom, A poet lingers in the twilight's gloom. He pours his wine to toast the passing years, While memories draw both laughter and tears. The night wind sings through pine trees tall and deep, Guarding the dreams the weary world doth keep. Till dawn's first l...

The silver moon hangs o'er the tranquil bay, Where whispering waves in gentle rhythms play. A lonely sail drifts toward heaven's edge, As stars above their ancient vows pledge. On distant shores where peach blossoms bloom, A poet lingers in the twilight's gloom. He pours his wine to toast the passing years, While memories draw both laughter and tears. The night wind sings through pine trees tall and deep, Guarding the dreams the weary world doth keep. Till dawn's first l...