Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides abide. On distant shores, the willow trees sway and sigh, While stars above paint patterns in the night’s dark sky. A lonely boat drifts slowly, with no one left to steer, Its wooden hull reflecting dreams both far and near. The fisherman has vanished, gone to realms unseen, Leaving behind the water, serene and evergreen. Yet in this tranquil silence, a melody takes flight— An ancient song of longi...

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides abide. On distant shores, the willow trees sway and sigh, While stars above paint patterns in the night’s dark sky. A lonely boat drifts slowly, with no one left to steer, Its wooden hull reflecting dreams both far and near. The fisherman has vanished, gone to realms unseen, Leaving behind the water, serene and evergreen. Yet in this tranquil silence, a melody takes flight— An ancient song of longi...