A silver moon floats on the river deep, Where willows weep and silent waters sleep. A lonely boat drifts with the gentle tide, Carrying dreams the stars alone confide. Fishermen sing songs of ages past, Memories in the mist are cast. The night breeze whispers through the reed, Telling tales of longing, love, and need. Far away, a lamp in tower glows, Where someone waits for one who goes. The river flows to distant lands, Washing time like grains of sands. Yet in this stillness, all find peace...
