In the gentle pour of amber streams,
We find solace in the simplest dreams.
A glass raised high to fleeting time,
An ode to moments so sublime.

Beneath the surface, stories lie,
Of laughter shared and tears gone dry.
With every sip, a memory blooms,
In quiet bars and crowded rooms.

The clink of glass, the mirthful cheer,
A toast to those both far and near.
In liquid gold, our bonds we seal,
With every drop, our hearts reveal.

So here’s to nights of endless grace,
Where worries vanish without a trace.
In every sip, a world unfolds,
The dance of life in liquid gold.