Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets to the tide. On distant shores, the willow branches sway, As stars above begin to fade away. A lonely boat drifts with the current’s grace, Carrying dreams to a far-off place. The fisherman sings a melody old and deep, While the world around him lies asleep. Memories dance on the water’s gleam, Like fragments of a forgotten dream. Yet in this stillness, peace is found, Where time and space are softly bound.

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets to the tide. On distant shores, the willow branches sway, As stars above begin to fade away. A lonely boat drifts with the current’s grace, Carrying dreams to a far-off place. The fisherman sings a melody old and deep, While the world around him lies asleep. Memories dance on the water’s gleam, Like fragments of a forgotten dream. Yet in this stillness, peace is found, Where time and space are softly bound.