In the whisper of the ancient winds, Tales of yore softly begin, Murmurs of lives once brightly lit, In heritage,…
Beneath the moon’s soft, gentle glow, A vibrant world begins to flow. Feet tapping, hands clapping in time, A dance…
In whispers of the ancient winds, we hear The tales of those who walked before us, clear Their songs of…
In the quiet of the ancient woods, I hear their distant cries, Whispers of the ancestors, beneath the twilight skies.…
On this day, we rise with pride, A nation’s heart, its spirit wide. The chains of yore, now cast aside,…
Beneath the lantern’s gentle glow, they sleep, In fields of jade, where silent ancestors weep. The river’s song, a lullaby…