The river dragged a silver line
She watched it break against the vine
A guzheng note slid through the reeds
She didn't move, she didn't leave
Silt moon, a muddy glow
She doesn't run and she doesn't go
The water carries what she lost
She pays the night without a cost
A bamboo flute called from the ridge
She traced a name into the bridge
The stones were cold, the air was thin
She let the winter pull her in
Silt moon, a muddy glow
She doesn't run and she doesn't go
The water carries what she lost
She pays the night without a cost
Some things sink and some things float
Some words die inside your throat
She kept the silence like a stone
And walked the riverbank alone
Silt moon, the tide is low
She's got nowhere else to go
The water keeps her quiet name
She walks back home the same
