In this warm and spring-like April,
Love is in the air.
She meets him again. I thought I could compose a beautiful and picturesque love story with him.
But I don't know the difference in identity and culture between the two. Let the love between the two go further and further.
At the moment they looked back, they already knew that the unforgettable love was full of wounds.
The orange flowers bloomed, and the strong fragrance of orange flowers drifted into my nose. At this moment, I love you the most. . . .