Phao nổi 英語で:

We learned that oil floats on water.

Wood floats in water.

A lot of the floats were spectacular, very well...

A white cloud floats in the blue sky.

Would God, I were the tender apple blossom, That floats and falls from off the twisted bough, To lie and faint within your silken bosom, Within your silken bosom as that does now.