In the heart of bustling streets,
Where lanterns cast their gentle glow,
Stories of old in whispers meet,
As moonlit rivers softly flow.

Through gardens where the blossoms bloom,
A tapestry of colors bright,
In every petal, a tale of home,
In every breeze, a gentle flight.

The dragon dances through the air,
A symbol of strength and ancient grace,
In its movement, a culture’s flare,
In its eyes, a timeless embrace.

Temples stand with silent pride,
Guardians of the years gone by,
In their shadows, secrets hide,
Echoes of a life that will never die.