A prime minister's lyric poetry

Song of Acacia: Half Yang

The world is full of smoke.

A romantic affair.

Most spoony people are greedy.

Love and hate are beautiful.

It's killing you

Let you pretend to be crazy when you are drunk again

One day, I will be born again.

I didn't understand until I cried and smiled.

Want to ask the life geometry of the sky?

I'm afraid it will be more difficult.

Beg for a cup of acacia in the past

If this seems like insisting

I am obsessed with you.

Then I may be sentimental.

A glass of turbid wine will make you sad or unhappy for the rest of your life.

Why are you afraid of love and hate parting?

Thinking all the way.

A song of acacia enters the mountains and rivers.

Walk under an oil umbrella

Dreaming leisurely, but it seems like yesterday.

The world is full of smoke.

A romantic affair.

Most spoony people are greedy.

Love and hate are beautiful.

It's killing you

Let you pretend to be crazy when you are drunk again

One day, I will be born again.

I didn't understand until I cried and smiled.

Want to ask the life geometry of the sky?

I'm afraid it will be more difficult.

Beg for a cup of acacia in the past

If this seems like insisting

I am obsessed with you.

Then I may be sentimental.

A glass of turbid wine will make you sad or unhappy for the rest of your life.

Why are you afraid of love and hate parting?

Thinking all the way.

A song of acacia enters the mountains and rivers.

Walk under an oil umbrella

Dreaming leisurely, but it seems like yesterday.