The apricot blossoms bloomed beautifully that year, and after the breeze passed, it began to rain like petals. You are standing in this rain of flowers. Her black hair was dancing lightly in the wind, she was holding a jade flute in her hand, with a faint smile on her lips, and a tenderness in her eyes that almost made me sink. You stretched out your slender hand to me, with a hint of nervousness in your tone, and said, "Liu Li, will we never be separated again!?"