In the quiet night, the moon ascends,
Draped in silken clouds, a celestial blend.
Its silver beams dance on the ancient wall,
A timeless beauty, seen by all.
The jade rabbit whispers tales of old,
Of lovers’ promises and fortunes told.
Beneath its glow, the lanterns rise,
Painting dreams across the skies.
The moon reflects in the lotus pond,
A mirror to the heavens, a sacred bond.
Its tranquil light, a soothing balm,
Embracing the world in a tender calm.
Oh, moon of the East, forever bright,
Guiding hearts through the darkest night.
In your embrace, we find our way,
As stars above begin their play.