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