Beneath the moonlit sky, where whispers softly tread,
The spirits of our ancestors, in silence they are led.
Through the veils of time, their stories gently flow,
In the heart of night, their memories softly glow.

Lanterns light the path, in hues of red and gold,
Symbols of a journey, of stories yet untold.
Incense curls in the air, a fragrant silent prayer,
Guiding souls to peace, in a moment rare.

The dragon dances on, with grace and ancient might,
A guardian of the past, in the shadows of the night.
Echoes of the drums, a heartbeat strong and true,
Binding us to those who left, beneath the sky so blue.

In the quiet of the dawn, as the world begins anew,
We hold the memories dear, of the ones we once knew.
Their legacy a whisper, a song within our hearts,
Forever intertwined, though time may keep us apart.