The night is long, the wind is cold,
A thousand years of stories told.
By riverside, I wait in vain,
For one who may not come again.
The willow weeps, its branches low,
The autumn rain sings soft and slow.
A letter fades, the ink once black,
Now worn by time—no turning back.
The palace gates are sealed with dust,
The golden throne now turned to rust.
Where once we danced by candlelight,
Now only ghosts walk in the night.
The jade I held, now cracked and worn,
Still carries love—though fate has torn.
A phoenix cries a mournful tune,
Beneath the sorrow of the moon.
Through storm and fire, I searched the earth,
For traces of my shattered worth.
The wars have raged, the kingdoms fell,
Yet still, my heart remembers well.
I climbed the peaks where dragons sleep,
I crossed the seas where sirens weep.
I begged the stars to show the way,
But night was all they’d let me stay.
A beggar’s bowl, a monk’s kind word,
A fleeting song—once seen, once heard.
Yet in my dreams, your voice remains,
A whisper lost in endless rains.
Then came the day—the sky burned gold,
A prophecy once foretold.
The old man smiled and spoke my name,
“Your love is not lost to the flame.”
He placed in my trembling hold,
A broken comb—half jade, half gold.
“Seek the temple where cranes take flight,
And wait beneath the third dawn’s light.”
I ran like wind, I wept like rain,
Through fields of grief, through years of pain.
And when the sun at last arose,
I saw you there—a breath, a ghost.
Your eyes, though tired, still knew my face,
Your hands, though worn, still held my grace.
No words were spoken—none were needed,
For time itself had bowed, defeated.
The temple bells rang soft and sweet,
The earth itself lay at our feet.
The past was but a shadow cast,
Now sunlight heals our wounds at last.
We drank the tea of spring’s first bloom,
No longer lost in endless gloom.
The phoenix sang, the dragons sighed,
For love had conquered time and tide.
So weep no more, my soul, take wing,
For even winter turns to spring.
The tears we shed for countless years,
Have watered hope through pain and fears.
And now we stand where dreams take flight,
Bathed in eternal morning light.
No more goodbyes, no more despair—
Just love reborn, beyond compare.
