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