That year, the year we met, you said it was the blooming peach trees I planted many years ago that trapped you in this city.
Since that year, I have harvested peach blossoms every year and put all the dead flowers in a box. That time I saw you reach out, pick out a peach blossom with your fingers, and put it in the pocket of your spring shirt. Then I deliberately came up to you, raised my head and said, "It smells so good."
When I wake up from such a dream, it's time again when half of the city's flowers bloom and half of the city's water disappears. When I told Lang Huan our story, I actually wanted to tell you one thing. I hope you will come back after reading this story.
Lin An, when you return home, remember to fold a peach blossom for me at the top of the city.
If you come back, I will risk my life to be with you this time.