In the quiet shadow of the willow’s grace,
Lanterns glow softly in the solemn night,
Ancestral whispers in the moonlit space,
Guiding souls through the eternal flight.

Incense curls in the temple’s tender embrace,
Carrying prayers on the sacred breeze,
A bridge of memory and endless chase,
Binding hearts with peace and gentle ease.

The paper offerings flutter to the ground,
Echoes of a love that never fades,
In each ritual, a vow profound,
To honor the life that memory shades.

Through tears and smiles, the stories unfold,
In silence, we hear their gentle song,
In the dance of time, we find the gold,
As we cherish the bond that remains strong.