To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

uietly　as　I　came　here；

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

一遍不够来两遍…

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves