Looking at the high sky
Stars in the sky and stars blink
Do you know that they are full of
How many poems of pain
Time and night meet again
It's no use meeting each other
I can't pour out my heart
How many years will it take
It seems so close
It's so and so alienated
Do you know when they will be able to
But the wish of Acacia, the wish of Acacia
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