Upon the silver sea, where whispers bare of secrets untold,
Shadows dance beneath a crescent's glow, weaving tales of love in silence.
Do you hear the stars? They sing sweet sorrow for dreams that slip away.

In the land where moonbeams cast soft halos upon sleeping trees,
Children laugh, their giggles like glass wind chimes, echoing in the night.
They chase the flickering fireflies, unaware of the gentle shadows that follow.

A lone swan glides over the glassy lake, tracing ripples in its wake,
Reflections of a world above, untouched by time, untouched by woe.
But listen, there's a lullaby hidden in the depths, a haunting song of ages past.