Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

        The　floati　growing　the　sludge

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

        一遍不够来两遍…

        The　floati　growing　the　sludge

        That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

        Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

        Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

　came　here；

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

?s  i  mi  sh  u  w  u  .com

        Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

        Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

        That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

        Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

        As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

        Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

        Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

        To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

        I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

        I　would　be　a　water　pnt！