Beneath the crimson lanterns’ glow,
Where whispers of the ancients flow,
In bustling streets of silk and gold,
A thousand tales of life unfold.

Through markets rich with fragrant teas,
And rivers kissed by willow trees,
The dragon’s legacy remains,
In every heart, in every vein.

From temples old with incense haze,
To modern towers’ gleaming gaze,
Traditions blend with future dreams,
In harmony, like flowing streams.

In every festival and song,
The spirit of the past lives on,
A dance between the old and new,
A heritage forever true.