In the age of heroes and gods,
Chang’e rose beyond the mortal world.
For love, for destiny, she drank the sacred elixir,
and soared toward the eternal moonlight.

The earth dimmed, the heavens opened,
and she crossed the silent sky —
a silhouette against silver clouds,
a heart bound to what she lost,
yet radiant in what she became.

She became the keeper of the moon,
the immortal of solitude and grace,
a whisper of longing,
a star of eternal light.

And the night still glows with her name.