past
Singing long Piao Piao
Yellow leaves flutter in the wind
It's late autumn
The wind and rain at night
It's more worrying
Think of the past
Think of you
It bothers me
I have a deep affection for you
Why are you leaving
Call me Acacia
When can I stop
I know you left me
Never look back
But I always miss it
Your beauty and gentleness
How much lingering
How much love
cannot bear to think of the past
You have gone
Who can tell me
True love and true love
Is it true
It's hard to look back
Only forget the old
Remembrance
Empty self torment, suffering
The end of the world
It's everywhere
Why worry
I'm not afraid of a bosom friend
I'm afraid I'll never forget the past
Why Acacia
Let bygones be bygones
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