In the heart of jade and ancient scrolls,
Where lanterns light the winding way,
A friendship blooms, both young and old,
In fields where cherry blossoms sway.

Through dynasties, this bond has grown,
A tapestry of trust and grace,
With every whispered, thoughtful tone,
It bridges time and sacred space.

In bustling streets or quiet groves,
The laughter shared, the silent tears,
A beacon in life’s ebb and flows,
A haven through the passing years.

So let the dragon dance and soar,
On wings of red and gold so bright,
For friendship’s light forevermore,
Will guide us through the darkest night.