Acacia - Mao Amin

Red Beans in the South It's a very distant thing

Acacia is nothing no one cares about

Drunk in the city of night and night with neon rainbows everywhere

There's so much love in the glass

Mostly forgetting the ancient poems and most disdainful of acacia

Guarding the love I'm afraid of being laughed at or seen by others

Spring has come to see the red beans bloom again, but I don't see lovers picking them

The fireworks are surrounded by the wind, but the true love is gone

The red beans are born in the south, but it's a very distant thing

What's the point of thinking about love? No one has cared about that for a long time

Drunkenly lying in the city that never sleeps, with neon rainbows everywhere

The wineglass is filled with such a variety of emotions

Mostly, I'm willing to forget the ancient poems.