Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. Two ancient pines on ridge stand tall, Whose roots entwine through stone and wall, They’ve witnessed wars and peace reborn, Since first they met at winter’s dawn. One tree recalls a maiden’s prayer, Who left her jade comb hanging there, Another saw a soldier’s tear, Frozen in time from year to year. Yet through the seasons they remain, Sheltering joy...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. Two ancient pines on ridge stand tall, Whose roots entwine through stone and wall, They’ve witnessed wars and peace reborn, Since first they met at winter’s dawn. One tree recalls a maiden’s prayer, Who left her jade comb hanging there, Another saw a soldier’s tear, Frozen in time from year to year. Yet through the seasons they remain, Sheltering joy...