Beneath the silk of twilight’s gentle veil,
The moon ascends with a shimmering tale.
Lanterns glow like stars in the earthly realm,
Guiding hearts with a celestial helm.

In gardens where the peonies bloom,
Her light dances, dispelling the gloom.
Ancient pagodas bask in her grace,
A silent witness to time’s soft embrace.

Across the jade waters, her reflection gleams,
Weaving through dreams and ancient streams.
The sound of guzheng serenades the night,
As the moon bathes all in silver light.

Oh, ethereal queen of the celestial dome,
In your glow, we find a semblance of home.
Under your gaze, whispers of the past arise,
Stories of old, seen through your wise eyes.