The　floati　growing　the　sludge

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

一遍不够来两遍…

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

uietly　as　I　came　here；

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.