Have a cup of acacia wine. I don't know how many years passed. That beautiful encounter. Dream of in my heart forever.
A ship with a solitary sail. Full of fatigue and sadness. I don't know when I can turn back. On the way back to the cross station.
Do you feel my prayer? Go back to the station and stop for a while. Don't forget your promise. I've been waiting here alone.
Do you feel my prayer? Every time I can turn around, my heart has been taken away by you. I'm still at acacia ferry.
When spring is blooming. I seem to see your tenderness. You and I agreed on the ferry. I'm still waiting here.
Do you feel my prayer? Go back to the station and stop for a while. Don't forget your promise. I've been waiting here alone.
Do you feel my prayer? Every time I can turn around, my heart has been taken away by you. I'm still at acacia ferry.
Do you feel my prayer? Go back to the station and stop for a while. Don't forget your promise. I've been waiting here alone.
Do you feel my prayer? Every time I can turn around, my heart has been taken away by you. I'm still at acacia ferry.
Emotions expressed by songs:
In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient, so relatives left home by boat and had to wait for several years to come back. Acacia crossing is to stand at the ferry and watch the sea, hoping that the right person will return as soon as possible. When shaking hands, you may be hard or gentle. Just convey all your disappointment, gentleness means not letting the other person know that he is sad and not worrying about him. As long as we are together, there is always a time to leave.
Real yearning is a bitter patience, real yearning is a bitter helplessness, and there is an eager expectation in helplessness. It is happy to miss someone, but it is sweet to miss someone in your heart. No matter how long the time is, and what the result is, this yearning and concern really connects the two hearts.
Life is like a dream, in which I met you and got to know you. From then on, I walked into the wind and rain of acacia and the heart of missing. Your words and deeds are engraved in my heart. The taste of missing is so bitter and sweet, and the feeling of missing is so lingering that I miss you forever.