In moonlit gardens where blossoms unfold,
The red string whispers, tales retold.
A gentle touch, a fleeting glance,
In ancient dreams, hearts commence.
Beneath the willow, shadows sway,
Lovers meet in twilight’s embrace.
Silk and jade, woven so fine,
Threads of love in endless time.
Across mountains, rivers so wide,
The red string binds, never untied.
In the quiet, moments shared,
Silent vows, eternally declared.
Stars above, watchful and bright,
Guiding souls through the night.
In every heartbeat, every sigh,
Chinese love, timeless, will never die.