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. An ancient oak with branches wide Holds secrets it will never hide— Of lovers’ vows in spring’s embrace, And warriors’ dreams time can’t erase. The wind recalls a princess’ sigh Who watched her chosen hero die, Yet from that grief, new hope took flight Like cranes ascending through the night. Now fireflies dance where tears once fell, Weaving light t...
