No one can make it a minute faster or a half slower.
Time changes in this alternation, and in a trance, the hair turns into snow.
Beauty is old, beauty is old fragrance, and this fragrance lingers in dreams.
There is a sad name called Acacia.
There is a dagger in ruthlessness, which is called cutting acacia, or cutting acacia.
Affectionate is human, lovesickness is entangled, and people can't be cut off.
Acacia is like water: "Who knows Byakki Smoker since you came out?" I miss you like a dragon, and I hear sobbing. "
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ?
Acacia is like the sun: "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset."
Acacia is like a moon: "since the princess came out, I no longer care about the disabled machine." Thinking of a gentleman is like looking at the moon, and it decreases every night. "
Red beans are like acacia