Have you seen the Yellow River's flow, from heaven's heights to seas below, rushing forth, it won't return. A …
Have you seen the Yellow River's flow, from heaven's heights to seas below, rushing forth, it won't return. A ceaseless tide that none can yearn. Have you gazed in mirrored light, at silver strands from morning's night? Once raven black, by dusk they gleam, like winter's snow, a silent dream.