Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

一遍不够来两遍…

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

uietly　as　I　came　here；

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside