With fur like moonlight, eyes like polished pearls,
Hangyu emerges, secrets its form unfurls.
No swift hunter, nor creature of the day,
But silent dancer, where night holds gentle sway.
Through moonlit bamboo forests, its form doth glide,
Leaving trails of stardust, where dreams reside.
Its voice, a melody, on silken threads entwined,
Luring lost souls, with peace of mind.
But beneath the beauty, a power hidden deep,
Guiding weary travelers, where solace they can keep.
For Hangyu remembers, the ancient lullaby,
Of forgotten magic, beneath the starry sky.
So approach with reverence, and listen to its song,
Respect the silence, where shadows don’t belong.
Offer not capture, but a heart that seeks to mend,
And Hangyu’s secrets, might gently descend.
With lullabies whispered, on moonbeams soft and bright,
It soothes your worries, banishing the night.
For Hangyu’s wisdom, is woven in its song,
Healing broken spirits, where they once felt strong.
Then, in the dance of shadows and moonlit dew,
The melody unfolds, a promise whispered true.
It shares the magic, of dreams yet to be told,
Guiding you through darkness, to stories yet untold.
And as the first rays of dawn ignite the sky,
Hangyu fades away, a whisper goodbye.
But in your heart, its music will remain,
A reminder of hope, whispered through the rain.
So close your eyes, beneath the moonlit gleam,
Let Hangyu’s melody, forever be your dream.
For in the depths of wonder, where secrets softly sing,
The silken lullaby, will forever take wing.