In the heart of bustling streets,
Lanterns dance in the night,
Whispering tales of old,
Amidst neon lights so bright.

Tea leaves unfurl their grace,
In porcelain cups they steep,
Stories of dynasties past,
In every fragrant sip we keep.

Dragons carved in stone,
Guard temples with silent might,
Shadows of ancestors linger,
In the moon’s gentle light.

The future meets the past,
In every step we take,
A journey through time,
With every breath we make.