That summer, the apricot trees bloomed and produced apricots. You picked apricots for me. We sat under the apricot tree and ate apricots together. Apricots are not sweet. Apricots are very astringent, but your love is not.
"Ayan, it's the fourth year and I'm still here."
"Little Shijing, Ayan hopes that you will be safe every year."
The apricots are ripe again this summer and are sweet.
So sweet, so sweet…and us.
We will have many, many more four years!
Intention: Every year, every year, it's you
