Beneath the vast and endless sky,
The moon whispers tales untold,
Of emperors and silken dreams,
In silver light, legends unfold.

Lanterns glow with gentle grace,
Reflecting on the river’s seam,
The moon above, a guiding face,
Illuminating every dream.

In gardens where the blossoms sway,
Shadows dance in moonlit beams,
The night becomes a soft ballet,
Stirring hearts with gentle streams.

Oh, moon of ancient, silent grace,
Keeper of time, of night and day,
In your glow, we find our place,
As you light the world in your own way.