[1] In the shadows of a fallen moon, She rose from ash, her heart in ruin. The world was burning, cold and wide, But she walked on, with flame inside. A healer knelt by broken stone, With gentle hands and soul alone. He saw her wings, though scorched and torn, And whispered, "Even fire is reborn." [Chorus] She is the White Phoenix, rising in pain, He holds the wound, he shares the flame. Together they dance in silence and rain, A love like a whisper in ancient refrain. [2] Through battles deep and time untold, Through secrets wrapped in silk and gold. He gave her peace, she gave him skies, In fleeting moments, where sorrow lies. But fate is cruel in timeless plays, Like cherry blossoms swept away. Still in the wind, their names remain— A healer’s hope, a phoenix’s flame. [Final Chorus] She is the White Phoenix, born to fly, He is the earth, the healing cry. Their souls entwined beyond goodbye, A love that echoes, never to die
