The　floati　growing　the　sludge

        The　floati　growing　the　sludge

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

        Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

        Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

        That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

        Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

        一遍不够来两遍…

        To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

        Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

        As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

        I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

        That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

        Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

        To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

　came　here；

        Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

?s  i  mi  sh  u  w  u  .com

        Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。