Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets to the tide. On distant shores, the willow branches sway, As stars above guide lost souls on their way. A lonely boat drifts with the current’s grace, Leaving no footprints, no familiar place. The fisherman sings a melancholy tune, Echoing under the midnight moon. Mountains stand silent, guardians of old, Watching stories of love and courage unfold. Though time may pass and seasons turn cold, The river’s tale f...
