Beyond the clouds, where high peaks rise,
Two lonely hearts beneath one sky.
Though mountains keep their worlds apart,
One melody connects each heart.

She plays her flute by waters bright,
He answers from a distant height.
Their tender notes through valleys flow,
Like silver streams of falling snow.

The waterfall descends with grace,
A thousand stars in its embrace.
It carries every whispered tone,
From distant hearts that beat as one.

Through bamboo groves and mountain air,
Their love travels everywhere.
No need for words, no need to see,
The wind becomes their messenger free.

Her melody climbs through the mist,
His answers come like morning’s kiss.
Two flutes, two souls, one endless song,
Though miles divide, they still belong.

And when the moon lights up the stream,
Their music floats through every dream.
For love needs neither road nor shore,
When hearts can sing forevermore.