Deidara squinted his eyes at the sky, as if he saw threads connecting the clouds, but it seemed that there were none.
Scorpion looked at Deidara's back, guessing his eyes at this moment. What kind of expression would that look like? Perhaps it was unclear whether it was sadness or helplessness. Scorpion felt that Deidara's eyes at this time must be very bright, like diamonds in dark lake water, bottomless yet shining, moist and clear yet sharp-edged.
The flicker that cannot be grasped, no matter how beautiful and bright it is, will eventually disappear in a certain corner, that distance that the light can never reach.
The light green fireworks mixed among thousands of white cherry blossom petals, against the dark cyan background, are a nostalgic atmosphere. Scorpio stood beside Deidara, not far away nor close, looking at the flowers and fire in the sky, and at the sad-looking person in front of him.
Time freezes at that moment on that day of that year. Under the dark blue sky, Deidara looked at the flying plain white cherry blossom petals and the short-lived fireworks passing by in the wind under the cherry blossom tree, with a soft expression and delicate eyes.
Conception: