On a spring outing, apricot blossoms blow across her hair.
Who is that handsome young man on the road?
I would give myself to him and be his for life.
That spirited young man burst into her life through a gentle spring rain and apricot blossoms. Like the shining sun, he became the warmth in her world.
She is no virtuous woman, yet she is willing to wash away the filth for the proud young man who gallops like a blue-maned steed. She is also willing to stir the winds of Jinling with her own hands and plunge into its treacherous schemes, so he can fulfill his wish: "May my heart rise high with the bright moon, and my will remain pure as autumn frost."
It's very well written, keep up the good work