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    Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

    一遍不够来两遍…

    Their　reflections　on　the　shimmering　waves

    In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge

    Are　young　brides　in　the　setting　sun；

    The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

    As　quietly　as　I　came　here；

    Holds　not　water　but　the　rainbow　from　the　sky。

    Quietly　I　wave　good－bye

    That　pool　under　the　shade　of　elm　trees

    Their　reflections　on　the　shimmering　waves

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    The　golden　willows　by　the　riverside

    Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

    To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

    Always　linger　in　the　depth　of　my　heart.

    Are　young　brides　in　the　setting　sun；

    Sways　leisurely　under　the　water；

    I　would　be　a　water　plant！

    The　floating　heart　growing　the　sludge

    That　pool　under　the　shade　of　elm　trees

    I　would　be　a　water　plant！

    Very　quietly　I　take　my　leave

    To　the　rosy　clouds　in　the　western　sky.

    The　floating　heart　growing　the　sludge

    Sways　leisurely　under　the　water；

    In　the　gentle　waves　of　Cambridge