It's the lovesickness of the distant sea.
If someone asks me about my worries,
I dare not say your name.
I dare not say your name.
If someone asks me about my worries,
it's acacia in the distant sea,
it's clear sorrow in lonely autumn.
It's the melancholy of silent autumn,
It's the nostalgia of distant sea,
If someone asks me the reason of my worries,
I dare not say your name.
I dare not say your name.
If someone asks me the reason for my worries,
it's the nostalgia of the distant sea,
it's the melancholy of silent autumn.