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