When spring hits the acacia trees in the northern land
Flowers bloom with fragrance in the air, but you will not return
Still remember how intoxicated with the first kiss
Memories fly by like arrows
A part of my heart is missing, there is no one to talk to
Same for me today, gazing at the clouds over the mountains
※ When the acacias in the north are about about to smile
It brings back the happiness from the lost days
I have a feeling...
(※ Repeat)