Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers through the bamboo on the side. A lonely boat drifts slowly, with an old man at the oar, He sings of distant memories from a long-forgotten shore. The stars above are shining like diamonds in the deep, While on the bank, the willows quietly weep. He thinks of days when youth was bright and love was sweet, Now echoes of the past make his journey incomplete. Yet in this tranquil night, he finds a sense of peace, As all h...
