So sung:

O so vast, O so mighty,
The Great River rolls to the sea,
Flowers do waves thrash,
Heroes do sands smash,
When all the dreams drain,
Same are loss and gain.

Green mountains remain,
As the pink sun sets,
Hoary fishers and woodcutters,
Along the banks, at calm waters,
Under autumn moons, or in spring winds,
With old wine jars, fill up porcelains.

Discuss talk and tale,
Only laugh and gale...