The season of apricot blossoms and light rain is the meeting of you and me, and the separation of you and me. Your disappearance is his arrival, and his arrival is also destined to leave. The spring scenery is just right, whose smiling face shines brightly in the harsh sunshine, and whose hands warm my cold heart.
Those eyes were bright, like bright stars.
This is an apricot orchard and an apricot relationship.