Time flies by, and she just wants to keep something.
But when the truth becomes clear, they can only miss it.
[Shallow Summer·Death of Cherry Blossoms]
A brief recollection of sorrow and elegance,
The summer language floats and the cherry blossoms dance in the air.
The fleeting and fleeting dream of beauty,
Why have things gone wrong over the years?
I only dedicate this article to Itachi
My short fan story:
My long fanfic:
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Intention: