That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

一遍不够来两遍…

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

uietly　as　I　came　here；

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！