In the gentle rustle of bamboo leaves,
Stories of old friendships softly weave.
Through time and tide, they steadfast remain,
Bound by trust, joy, and shared refrain.

Under the moon’s watchful, silvery glow,
Ancient tales of loyalty softly flow.
Across vast lands, through mountains high,
Friendship like rivers, never runs dry.

In tea houses where laughter freely flies,
With every sip, bonds strengthen and rise.
In every gesture, a promise is spun,
Unity echoes, as two become one.

Together they journey through life’s winding way,
With hearts intertwined, come what may.
In every sunrise, a new chapter starts,
Chinese friendship, a dance of hearts.