黃河遠上白雲間,一片孤城萬仞山。
羌笛何須怨楊柳,春風不度玉門關。
Gradually into the clouds runs the Yellow River.
Thousands of miles up in a mountain stands a small town.
About the lifeless willows complains the Qiang flute,
Not knowing the Gate of Jade is too remote for Spring to reach.