In the quiet of the night, the chill begins to grow
On leaves and blades of grass, the white dew starts to show
Autumn whispers through the air, birds take flight, they know
As white dew paints the grass, the season starts to show
White dew falls, the moon is bright
From tonight, the world turns light
Flying south, the wild geese soar
Echoing the days before
Ancient Chinese gather dew, they sip on nature's wine
The harvest waits, the fields are gold, as autumn starts to shine
Though leaves will fall and skies grow dim, the beauty's ours to find
In every drop of White Dew's kiss, we leave the past behind
White dew falls, the moon is bright
From tonight, the world turns light
Flying south, the wild geese soar
Echoing the days before
The chill may come, the winds may rise
But in the dew, the autumn lies
A fleeting moment, pure and true
In the heart of White Dew
White dew falls, the moon is bright
From tonight, the world turns light
Flying south, the wild geese soar
Echoing the days before
The chill may come, the winds may rise,
But in the dew, the autumn lies.
A fleeting moment, pure and true,
In the heart of White Dew
In every breath, the autumn sings
The white dew's touch, the peace it brings
