Beneath the willow’s gentle sway, A lonely scholar waits for day. He reads by lantern’s fading light, As stars dissolve in morning bright. Upon the pond, two swans glide past, Their bond unbroken, meant to last. The moon observes with silver gaze— A witness to all ends and ways. The breeze carries a distant song, Of lovers kept apart too long. Yet in their hearts, the hope stays true: Some promises the dawn renews. Though night may seem to never cease, The moon her...
