Naruto: The One and Only

*There is a flower named the Imperial Maiden, yet why does it bloom only in autumn? She loathes the glory and splendor of fragrant flowers, so the Azure Emperor decrees that autumn alone shall be hers. Hearing that you seek her, she comes radiant, and feels fortunate to meet you., Ode to the Imperial Maiden, by Chen A Jiao

Jin Nian and Ru Ge. They were one and the same person, yet not the same person at all. On a journey to another world, the flowers had not yet bloomed when she arrived, and had not yet withered when she left. Jin Nian's life shone as brilliantly as the Imperial Maiden's; Ru Ge lived with the quiet grace of a red chrysanthemum. Through confusion and turmoil, she at last found her happy ending. Her heart was still as water, and her troubled worries drew between her brows. Though the phoenix had fallen from its branch, its nature remained unchanged. Clouds parted and mists dispersed; when the skies cleared, another village appeared beyond the willows.*

*Tipsy beneath the wisteria, she leaned against a tree and drifted to sleep. She dreamed of her old home, its courtyard overgrown and green. Sleepless, sleepless, all that remained were clear tears filling her eyes., Dreaming? Like a Dream, by Zhang Xinyi

She was born when the wisteria bloomed, and died when its flowers fell. Though she came from another world, the dust of this world could not obscure her radiant beauty. Bearing a lifetime of glory, her soul returned home, leaving behind only a wisp of fragrance, forever remembered in the flowers. As dazzling as she was, she could never be erased from the heart. Each time that page was turned, her lovely image emerged from the flowers.*

*Blooming at dawn and falling by dusk, beauty lasts but an instant. Amid mist and rain, she blossomed boldly and silently, then withered. Three years of hardship. Three years of struggle, three years of happiness. All because the trapped beast concealed in the shadows had broken free, turning all things into fleeting illusions. Things were no longer things, and feelings no longer feelings. Though beautiful as flowers reflected in a mirror, there was nowhere for the soul to dwell. No matter how unwilling she was, no matter how much she regretted it, there was no turning back. She offered her blood as a sacrifice, giving up the beauty of her youth. At last, the knot in her heart was undone, and she returned to the dust.*

I posted this once before, but unfortunately I didn't understand how Jinjiang's posting system worked. This time, you could say it's a repost. It's complete, so feel free to dive in.

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