In the gentle folds of night they roam,Silent shadows beneath the ancient trees,Their whispers carried by the wind,Guiding the living with timeless grace.

Lanterns flicker with a sacred glow,Illuminating paths of memory and love,Incense spirals toward the heavens,Connecting realms with fragrant threads.

Beneath the willow, offerings rest,Rice and tea, tokens of respect,A bridge between worlds we honor,As the spirits watch with tender eyes.

In dreams we hear their gentle call,A reminder of bonds unbroken,The cycle of life and death embraced,In the quiet embrace of eternity.