Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

一遍不够来两遍…

The　floati　growing　the　sludge

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

uietly　as　I　came　here；

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Are　young　brides　iting　sun；

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

That　pool　uhe　shade　of　elm　trees

I　would　be　a　water　pnt！

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Sways　leisurely　uhe　water；

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

Their　refles　on　the　shimmering　waves

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge