In the heart of ancient lands, where whispers of time unfold,
Two souls meet, weaving tales yet to be told.
Beneath the cherry blossoms, their laughter fills the air,
A bond unspoken, yet eternally rare.
Through lantern-lit nights and moonlit serenades,
They share dreams, as the starlight gradually fades.
In every cup of tea, stories of yesteryears find space,
A friendship cherished, in every gentle embrace.
Across the bridges of history, they walk hand in hand,
With every step, creating their own promised land.
In the quiet moments, their hearts speak with ease,
A testament to trust, as constant as the breeze.
When the world shifts, like riversâ restless flow,
Their bond remains, in the calm and in the throe.
Together they stand, through storms and gentle rain,
In the tapestry of time, their friendship shall remain.