In the garden where cherry blossoms bloom,
Beneath the ancient willowâs gentle shade,
We weave our tales of laughter and of gloom,
In whispers shared, our bond is softly made.
Through the lantern-lit streets of old Shanghai,
We wander with dreams and stories untold,
Guided by stars in the ink-black sky,
Friendship’s warmth more treasured than gold.
In tea houses where the jasmine scent flows,
Our hearts connect with each sip and smile,
In quiet moments, our understanding grows,
Bridging distances, mile by mile.
As dragons dance in the festival light,
Our spirits soar with each rhythmic beat,
Through seasons passing, day into night,
Our friendship remains ever sweet.