Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

一遍不够来两遍…

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

uietly　as　I　came　here；

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；