794nightingale

In the court where maple leaves fall, wrapped in silence before dawn, The moon's light, pure and clear, illuminates the flowing water's surface. Amidst the mist, a deer's call echoes quietly, And distant mountains lift the night's veil in a hue of light purple. Court ladies join their hands, offering prayers to the deities, Only the sound of silk robes rustling, carried far by the night breeze. Lovers wait on the bridge, making wishes upon the stars, Longing for a streak of light, seeking the sign of daybreak. 　 Noble whispers spread, circles of elegant dance widen, Cherry blossom petals rise, heralding the arrival of spring. The garden blooms with flowers of every hue, And the scented wind announces the coming of a new season. Amidst the dazzling green of young leaves, children play, Laughter echoes by the riverbank, sharing the joy of life. Poets pick up their brushes, spinning beautiful songs, Songs of love and spring, adorning the capital with a splendid melody. By the fragrant cherry trees, the poet's quill moves on, Weaving songs of love, as the capital of peace rests. Queen of the night blooms in the evening, watching over lovers, Blessing the quiet night with the communion of hearts. The imperial feast tonight is quiet, admiring the moon, The sound of flutes resonates in the night sky, soothing the soul. Reflected in the poet's heart are the city's vistas and people's smiles, Songs that sing of the peaceful era, creating a timeless melody.