Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. Fishermen’s lanterns flicker like stars on the shore, While distant mountains guard this peace evermore. An old tale speaks of lovers who met here at night, Their promises carried on waves in the soft light. Though years have passed, the water still sings their song— A melody of longing that forever belongs.

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. Fishermen’s lanterns flicker like stars on the shore, While distant mountains guard this peace evermore. An old tale speaks of lovers who met here at night, Their promises carried on waves in the soft light. Though years have passed, the water still sings their song— A melody of longing that forever belongs.