In the quiet of the moonlit night,
Lanterns sway with gentle grace,
Guided by the whispers of ancestors,
Their light illuminates each solemn face.
A bridge of incense curls in the air,
Connecting realms of the living and gone,
Prayers rise like a sacred song,
In the heart, their memories live on.
The river holds their silent tears,
Carrying stories of a thousand years,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of fears,
In the breeze, their presence nears.
Under the watchful eyes of the moon,
We honor lives with every breath,
Embracing the dance of life and death,
In this moment, hearts attune.