In gardens where the cherry blossoms bloom,
Beneath the moonlit skies so bright,
We weave our tales, our laughter shared,
In moments painted with delight.

Through ancient streets and lanterns’ glow,
Our footsteps echo stories old,
Of warriors brave and poets wise,
Together in the night so cold.

With tea poured from a porcelain cup,
Our secrets whispered soft and true,
In every sip, a bond is formed,
In every word, a friendship grew.

As years pass by, like rivers flow,
Our hearts remain entwined and free,
In the dance of life, our spirits soar,
Forever bound in harmony.