The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

uietly　as　I　came　here；

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

一遍不够来两遍…

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves