Literary version:
He searched hard with his hands and arms that turned into bones, like a white bird singing about to fall into the abyss.
Then someone took his hand.
Then the endless descent suddenly stopped.
He heard someone calling his name, in the softest and gentlest tone in the world: "Weasel..."
In the early spring morning when everything is just waking up, the blue-winged bird sings a sweet song on the cherry tree with sparse branches and leaves;
At midsummer noon when the sun is shining brightly, the howling wind carries damp rain through the forest;
In the cool late autumn dusk, the dusk sky is rendered a fiery orange color by the setting sun;
In the late night of snowy winter, a warm yellow light is always reflected on the window. The cold night is long, but it is always bright and warm, guiding the direction of home...
Among so many tiny fragments, one person called out softly:
"Itachi..."
It connects him with the world.
It is a hundred times easier to hurt someone than to protect someone.
It's much easier to hurt someone who loves you.
There are so many things people have no control over in this world, but I just want to have a long and peaceful love with you;
Even after so many years, even though we have changed, you are still the person I love most;
Even though my body is trapped in a cage, my love is still like a flying bird.
To put it simply, it is a story about a female protagonist who strives for self-improvement, becomes more courageous despite setbacks, and finally wins the love of her male god.