In the season of light rain among the apricot blossoms, we met, and we parted. Your disappearance marked his arrival, and his arrival was destined to be followed by his departure. Spring is in full bloom. Whose radiant smile made the harsh sunlight shine, and whose hands warmed my frigid heart?
Those eyes were bright, like dazzling starlight.
This is an apricot grove, and a fated encounter beneath the apricot blossoms.
