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 misty bay. An old fisherman sings a melody low and deep, As memories of lovers lost make the night weep. The stars above blink in silent sympathy, Witness to tales of longing and destiny. Though currents change and seasons come to pass, The moon remains, reflecting dreams in its glass. A timeless dance of li...