In the silent night, where shadows dance,
Whispers of the past draw near,
Ancestorsâ voices, soft as a trance,
Guiding souls with a tender tear.
Lanterns glow with a gentle light,
Illuminating paths unknown,
Spirits rise, embracing the night,
In this realm where the seeds are sown.
Mountains high and rivers deep,
Stories etched in ancient stone,
The living and the dead both weep,
In a world where they are never alone.
Through the veil, a bridge of dreams,
Connecting hearts with love and grief,
Eternity flows in endless streams,
Offering solace, bringing relief.