A silver moon floats on the river deep, Where silent waves in dreamlike currents sleep. A lonely boat drifts through the misty night, While distant hills embrace the pale moonlight. An old bard sings of journeys long ago, Of cherry blooms that fell like winter snow. His song evokes a memory so clear— A farewell toast with friends he held so dear. The stars above whisper through time and space, Of flowing years that none can ever chase. Yet in this stillness, peace begins to grow, As heaven’s ...
