To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

uietly　as　I　came　here；

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

一遍不够来两遍…

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；