Beneath the lanterns’ gentle glow,
Shadows dance, their stories flow.
In a quiet village, whispers rise,
Echoes of ancestors, gentle sighs.
Red paper lanterns float on high,
Guiding spirits through the sky.
Incense smoke, a fragrant veil,
Bridges realms where memories sail.
Silent prayers in moonlit night,
Wishing peace, a tranquil light.
Offerings laid with tender care,
Love eternal in the autumn air.
As the river carries boats of jade,
To the land where spirits fade.
A final bow, a tearful glance,
In the cycle of life, we still dance.