The night of union, my love, the night arrives,
Moonlight embraces the moon, the night revives.
Not far off, the flute plays its sweet tune,
As rivers embrace the sea, beneath the moon.
Not far off, the flute plays its sweet tune,
As rivers embrace the sea, beneath the moon.
The moon smiles within, a silent grace,
Moonlight embraces the moon, in time and space.
The night becomes a bride, in silent dress,
Stars begin to sing, in sweet tenderness.
The night becomes a bride, in silent dress,
Eyes lost in dreams, in sweet happiness.
The world awake, the soul sleeps deep,
What a beautiful story, secrets to keep.
Stars begin to sing, in sweet tenderness,
The night becomes a bride, in silent dress.
The sweet mountain comes, the sweet mountain nears,
The sweet mountain comes, dispelling fears.
A veiled woman laughs, her joy so bright,
The sweet mountain comes, in the fading light.
Blue lotus blooms, within the water's gleam,
Bees hum and sway, lost in a dream.
The sun's rays descend, in a gentle show,
A veiled woman laughs, her love aglow.
The sweet mountain comes, where the lovers meet.
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