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 no one in sight, Reflecting stars that shimmer in the quiet night. An old man sits and fishes, patient as can be, His thoughts as deep and endless as the timeless sea. He remembers days of youth, of laughter and of cheer, Now lost like autumn leaves that disappear. Yet in this tranquil moment, he finds a peaceful grace, A gentle smile appears upon his we...
