To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

        Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

　came　here；

        Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

?s  i  mi  sh  u  w  u  .com

        The　floati　growing　the　sludge

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

        Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

        Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

        The　floati　growing　the　sludge

        To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

        Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

        That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

        一遍不够来两遍…

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

        I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

        Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

        I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

        Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

        Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

        That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees