Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

Are　young　brides　in　the　setting　sun；

That　pool　under　the　shade　of　elm　trees

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

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Their　reflections　on　the　shimmering　waves

The　floating　heart　growing　the　sludge

Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

Sways　leisurely　under　the　water；

As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

I　would　be　a　water　plant！

Are　young　brides　in　the　setting　sun；

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

That　pool　under　the　shade　of　elm　trees

Their　reflections　on　the　shimmering　waves

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

Sways　leisurely　under　the　water；

Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

一遍不够来两遍…

In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

The　floating　heart　growing　the　sludge

I　would　be　a　water　plant！

e　good－bye

Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside