The golden willows by the riverside
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky。
一遍不够来两遍…
The golden willows by the riverside
Always linger in the depth of my heart.
I would be a water pnt!
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
That pool uhe shade of elm trees
Their refles on the shimmering waves
came here;
Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky。
That pool uhe shade of elm trees
Are young brides iting sun;
Quietly I wave good-bye
As quietly as I came here;
Are young brides iting sun;
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
Quietly I wave good-bye
I would be a water pnt!
The floati growing the sludge
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Sways leisurely uhe water;
Sways leisurely uhe water;
Always linger in the depth of my heart.
The floati growing the sludge
Their refles on the shimmering waves
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
Very quietly I take my leave