Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so bright, A path of shimmering diamonds in the quiet night. The willow trees are whispering secrets old and deep, While weary wanderers find solace in their sleep. A lonely boat drifts slowly, guided by the breeze, Carrying dreams and memories through the misty trees. The stars above are dancing, painting tales of yore, Of lovers met and parted on this timeless shore. The world is hushed and peaceful, wrapped in gentle grace, A fleeting, sweet reminde...

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so bright, A path of shimmering diamonds in the quiet night. The willow trees are whispering secrets old and deep, While weary wanderers find solace in their sleep. A lonely boat drifts slowly, guided by the breeze, Carrying dreams and memories through the misty trees. The stars above are dancing, painting tales of yore, Of lovers met and parted on this timeless shore. The world is hushed and peaceful, wrapped in gentle grace, A fleeting, sweet reminde...