To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

        Sways　leisurely　under　the　water；

        Are　young　brides　in　the　setting　sun；

        Are　young　brides　in　the　setting　sun；

        I　would　be　a　water　plant！

        Sways　leisurely　under　the　water；

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

        That　pool　under　the　shade　of　elm　trees

        Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

        Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        Their　reflections　on　the　shimmering　waves

        That　pool　under　the　shade　of　elm　trees

        Their　reflections　on　the　shimmering　waves

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

        As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

        The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

        Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

        The　floating　heart　growing　the　sludge

        一遍不够来两遍…

        Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

　I　wave　good－bye

        In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

        I　would　be　a　water　plant！

        The　floating　heart　growing　the　sludge

        To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.