The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

一遍不够来两遍…

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

uietly　as　I　came　here；

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；