Whisper of Time- The Old Shanghai Tune

The river breeze drifts across the old town light. Whispering stories soft and slow into

the night. A fading gramophone hums a tune so divine, with a gentle sip of wine,

I think of you in time. Under plane trees swaying softly with our faces,

your eyes shone like the sea, lighting up the place. Time slips quietly

by without a soft goodbye, yet the warmth you left behind still beats inside.

Oh the moon tonight is tender and bright, just like the moment you held my hand so tight.

Memories float by like the evening breeze. I keep our love warm in my heart

with ease. Time may take away the sorrow, but it can never steal the warmth