Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Their　reflections　on　the　shimmering　waves

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

The　floating　heart　growing　the　sludge

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

I　would　be　a　water　plant！

That　pool　under　the　shade　of　elm　trees

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

That　pool　under　the　shade　of　elm　trees

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Sways　leisurely　under　the　water；

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

Are　young　brides　in　the　setting　sun；

Their　reflections　on　the　shimmering　waves

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

The　floating　heart　growing　the　sludge

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

e　good－bye

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

Are　young　brides　in　the　setting　sun；

I　would　be　a　water　plant！

一遍不够来两遍…

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

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Sways　leisurely　under　the　water；

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.