The Han

A young woodcutter on one side of the Han saw a beautiful woman on the other side riding a horse. If only he could marry her, he would cut wood for her. If only he could care for her, he would feed her horse. But it was hopeless, so he sang this song. The Han is wide as time; its water is endless. Here the trees grow tall; it’s easy to get lost in them. Young women ride on the other shore, but nobody can ever get near them. Han River is so wide, nobody can swim across it. The Yangtze is so long, nobody can measure its length.