In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Lanterns flicker with stories untold,
Guiding spirits in their graceful dance,
Through realms where memories unfold.

Beneath the willow’s silent sway,
Echoes of laughter linger on,
In every tear, a tale of love,
In every shadow, a life once drawn.

Chrysanthemums bloom in reverent rows,
Their petals whispering secrets of yore,
As incense swirls in mystical spirals,
Uniting worlds, forevermore.

Moonlight bathes the ancient stones,
Where ancestors rest in tranquil sleep,
In the heart’s quiet, they softly speak,
To those who remember, and those who weep.