The　floati　growing　the　sludge

        To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

        Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

　came　here；

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

        I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

        Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

        To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

        Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

        Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

        Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

        I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

        一遍不够来两遍…

        That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

        Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

        Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

?s  i  mi  sh  u  w  u  .com

        The　floati　growing　the　sludge

        Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

        As　quietly　as　I　came　here；