Their refles on the shimmering waves
The floati growing the sludge
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the riverside
Very quietly I take my leave
came here；
Are young brides iting sun；
Quietly I wave good－bye
I would be a water pnt！
The golden willows by the riverside
As quietly as I came here；
The floati growing the sludge
Their refles on the shimmering waves
Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky。
I would be a water pnt！
That pool uhe shade of elm trees
Always linger in the depth of my heart.
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
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Sways leisurely uhe water；
一遍不够来两遍…
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
Always linger in the depth of my heart.
That pool uhe shade of elm trees
Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky。
Are young brides iting sun；
Sways leisurely uhe water；
Quietly I wave good－bye