The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

uietly　as　I　came　here；

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

一遍不够来两遍…

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！