一遍不够来两遍…

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

uietly　as　I　came　here；

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。