Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

一遍不够来两遍…

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

uietly　as　I　came　here；

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！