I have many versions of myself.
I don't want to accept your kindness, just because I know that people like me are most likely unworthy.
But on that day, under the moonlight, you tore off my shackles layer by layer,
Countless colorful butterflies are flying, covering the sky and the sun,
Broken my defenses.
The moonlight is still there,
Will you always be there?
Concept: The mutual redemption of two girls, the journey of healing of multiple personalities