Naruto BG fanfic.
The confusion of time and space led to a misunderstanding.
There may be warmth, there may be sadness, there may be growth.
However, the most beautiful flowers can only have one ending - withering in the wind.
I once feasted in the deep cave of Taoyuan, and danced with Luan and sang with Phoenix.
When I remember my farewell, I went out with tears to see each other off.
Like a dream, like a dream, the waning moon is full of falling flowers and smoke.