Standing on the beach
Looking forward to the future
When will you be able to return it
The waves are rolling and endless
My Acacia tears have dried up
Sweetheart, sweetheart, can you hear me
My soft call
The small trees in front of the door have become green
When will we meet in front of the hall
The moon shines in front of the window
The same Acacia, the same sorrow
The moon is short, but it is still round
Day after day, year after year
It's hard to see each other across the sea
Lover, lover, I'm looking forward to it
Looking forward to meeting tomorrow
The bird is tired of flying
Looking forward to your lover's return
Standing on the beach
Looking forward to the future
When will you be able to return it
The waves are rolling and endless
My Acacia tears have dried up
Dear ones, dear ones, can you hear me
My soft call
The small trees in front of the door have become green
When will we meet in front of the hall
Dear ones, dear ones, can you hear me
My soft call
The small trees in front of the door have become green
When will we meet in front of the hall
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