纸钱飞舞，

我们点燃了思念。

它隐于夜间，

随风飘向远方，

在无声的月光下，

悄然归家。

Paper offerings take flight.

We kindle our remembrance.

Hidden in the night,

it drifts with the wind toward a distant shore,

and beneath the soundless moonlight,

quietly finds its way home.