Beneath the ancient moon, where the crests of waves conversate with dusk's tender sighs, the melodies play in reverse—unfolding stories of the stars that write and rewrite their poems across the night sky.
In the shimmering light, I hear fragments of your laughter, a waltz played backward as it mingles with the nightly serenades of celestial winds. Your silhouette dances like vapor, tracing constellations with the fingertips of dreams.
Sometimes, moonbeams weave threads of light into tangible forms, and I catch a glimpse of your gentle smile—soft as the dawn yet haunting like the shadows of twilight.
Time turns, like the wheel of destiny, and under the moon that knows no age, we find timelessness in these reverse harmonies. Let your heart listen, for where sound fades, silence hums our eternal refrain.