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

?s  i  mi  sh  u  w  u  .com

        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