In the quietude of moonlit night,Where lanterns softly sway and gleam,Ancestors whisper tales of flight,Through veils of time, a gentle dream.Beneath the willow’s tender arms,The incense smoke ascends the sky,Embracing spirits with its charms,A bridge where earth and heaven lie.Red papers flutter in the breeze,Carrying wishes to those unseen,In this sacred dance, hearts find ease,Bound by threads of love serene.As cymbals echo ancient songs,We honor those who’ve walked before,In memory, their spirit belongs,Guiding us forevermore.