Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of long-lost love. An ancient oak with branches wide Holds secrets it has ne’er denied. Its leaves still murmur to the breeze Of buried hopes and memories. Two fireflies dance through midnight’s veil, Their glowing paths recount the tale Of lovers who by fate were torn, Yet find new light each night reborn. The river flows to distant shores, Carving its path forevermo...
