Lyrics of "Acacia without solution" by Xiong Tianping

A trace of sadness

Hate the rush of time

The wind of falling flowers is always worrying

Red dust cloud

How long is it

The immortal admires the mandarin duck to the white head

A wisp of love and an inch of sorrow

It's hard to understand love and hate

Amorous people always get heartache

Hate things when you hate them

It's hard to understand how to hate the dust

Who can see through all the fame and wealth

Things change and people change

Who has pity on the withering old man

Spring comes and autumn goes

It's hard to be happy in Acacia

A wisp of love and a trace of sorrow

Hate the rush of time

The wind of falling flowers is always worrying

Red dust cloud

How long is it

The immortal admires the mandarin duck to the white head

A wisp of love and an inch of sorrow

It's hard to understand love and hate

Amorous people always get heartache

Hate things when you hate them

It's hard to understand how to hate the dust

Who can see through all the fame and wealth

Things change and people change

Who has pity on the withering old man

Spring comes and autumn goes

It's hard to be happy in Acacia

A wisp of love and an inch of sorrow

Acacia is hard to understand

Amorous people always get heartache

Hate things when you hate them

It's hard to understand how to hate the dust

Who can see through all the fame and wealth

A wisp of love and a trace of sorrow

Hate the rush of time

The wind of falling flowers is always worrying

Red dust cloud

How long is it

From duck to fairy

The immortal admires the mandarin duck to the white head