In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

一遍不够来两遍…

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

uietly　as　I　came　here；

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye