Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. On distant shores, willow branches softly sway, While lonely boats drift through the night, far away. A flute’s faint melody floats on the air, Telling tales of wanderers free from care. Stars twinkle above, ancient and bright, Guiding dreamers through the quiet night. Though the world may sleep, the water never stills, Carving paths through valleys, weaving round the hil...

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. On distant shores, willow branches softly sway, While lonely boats drift through the night, far away. A flute’s faint melody floats on the air, Telling tales of wanderers free from care. Stars twinkle above, ancient and bright, Guiding dreamers through the quiet night. Though the world may sleep, the water never stills, Carving paths through valleys, weaving round the hil...