They all say it's acacia in the far sea.

If someone asks me what I'm worried about,

I dare not say your name.

I dare not say your name,

If someone asks me what I am worried about:

They all say it's acacia in the far sea.

It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn.

Say it is the melancholy of silent autumn,

It is said that it is nostalgia for the distant sea.

If someone asks me why I'm worried,

I dare not say your name.

I dare not say your name,

If someone asks me why I'm worried,

It is said that it is nostalgia for the distant sea.

It is said to be the melancholy of silent autumn.