Quietly, I left, gently, I left,

I seem to be getting away from Bajie. When I came softly;

I turn my arm slowly, and I wave gently.

Separate from the clouds and bones in the west. Say goodbye to the western clouds.

Golden willow by the bubble, golden willow by the river,

It's a wife in the sunset. Is the bride in the sunset;

Qian Qiu in the waves, Yingying in the waves,

Wandering in my heart. Ripple in my heart.

Buried the green luck of Batai and the green grass on the soft cloth,

Oil whizzed in the water. Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of ancient rivers, in the soft waves of Cambridge,

I would like to be a grass. I would like to be an aquatic plant!

A pool in the shade of elm trees,

Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crushed between floating algae,

Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.

Gaga? Pull a broom and find a dream? Lift a long pole,

Tracing back to the green vegetable thief Qing Naga; Back to greener grass;

A whole bag of starlight, a boat of starlight,

I groaned under the starlight. Play songs in a starry place.

But I can't complain, but I can't sing,

Quietly, the music rolling in the calf; Quietly, it is the farewell flute;

Moths wither for me, and summer insects are silent for me.

It has faded. It's Cambridge Silence is Cambridge tonight!

I foolishly left quietly,

When I scream; Just when I came quietly,

I show off my sleeves in an ostentatious manner, I wave my sleeves,

Without a cloud, without a cloud.