♫ 7 [audio; japanese]

[tsukimorisong]

It's not real. It's just an illusion, isn't it? [Ruka sounds a bit distracted, distant.]

I thought it was just my imagination, when I looked in the mirror. My face... it's not like that anymore, is it? Crushed, split. Broken. Blooming? But I'm still myself. It wasn't real.

I still remember myself, and yet...

[...]

I know I shouldn't follow, but... [It sounds like she's started to walk, soft footsteps on pavement, as if propelled by her own words. Following something, or someone?]

If I do, will I see you smile again?

I wanted     I want to see you again, Father.

Father?

father    don't go

f   a  
              ther...

the moon