Gently I go,
As silently I came;
Quietly I wave good-bye,
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
The riverside,
Is the setting sun the bride;
Sparkling in the colourful shadow,
Always linger in the depth of my heart.
Green weed in soft clay,
Two, greasy in an underwater;
In Cambridge, Cambridge,
I would be a water plant!
The one under an elm tree that shaded them from the pool.
Is not a clear spring,
Is a rainbow in the sky Is the sediment,
The sediment of a rainbow-like dream.
Dreams? Through a long,
The roving through places greener than green grass,
With a ship splendor,
In starlight.
But I can't sing aloud,
Quietly is the separation of sheng flute;
Even summer insects heep silence for me,
Silent is Cambridge tonight!
Silently I go,
As silently I came;
I wave my sleeves,
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away.
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