Following the silver path of moonlight,
the river rushes on,
its hidden, untold stories
binding time in an eternal rhythm.
In nature’s breath,
those unfamiliar cries dissolve,
yet a silent echo lingers.

It feels like a cosmic solitude,
where love and longing
flow as an immeasurable sea,
carrying away the innermost pain
buried deep within the heart.

Beneath the indigo sky,
a procession of stars marches forward,
toward an endless destination,
as if time itself
loses its way
in silent reflection.

Under the moon’s glow,
the river’s rhythmic motion becomes
a living poem,
each wave whispering
life’s infinite mysteries.

And so, in the merge
of moonlight and the flowing river,
a new poem awakens,
written by the hands of endless time.