The waning moon blows willow, and the trees are reflected on the wall.
The night wind is beating against the window,
Leaning on the gums alone;
Drinking alone, drinking in sorrow,
Drunk eyes and blurred eyes,
Cups and shadows are in pairs.
A little sad, a little arrogant,
Sad and homesick, puffed up into a gentle country,
Iraqis wear military uniforms, which is cool.
Hold it gently in your arms and wish for a long time at this moment.
After a few years of spring and autumn, the temples have already frosted.
Watch the sunset side by side.
Suddenly a cool breeze blew,
Lang, who woke up intoxicated,
The result was the Conan-Huang Liang Act,
If you get a bosom friend in this life,
What's wrong with drinking all your life?
2. Acacia in the world of mortals
I miss you so much.
When bloom is happy, she is sad when the flowers fall.
Where the lights are dim, who are you crying for?
The world of mortals is only drunk and beautiful.
Acacia people miss you and love you.
Two lines of sweet tears are deeply attached to each other
Under the old locust tree, the Iraqi people's eyes are blurred.
Looking forward to the return of the dream person
Year after year, the four seasons cycle.
This situation has not changed loyalty.
I hope I will wait for you regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow.
Clothes are getting wider and wider, and Iraqis are haggard.
Farewell is full of sadness.
Acacia is like a dream.