Is it me or her in the moon? No! It's the same person, my face. Why why! I have no impression at all. My life is completely opposite to hers. Which one is the truth? She is the one who dies, I am the one who dies, and the moon is the one who dies! Hospital or prison? Am I already dead? Is a beautiful life a phenomenon or a reality? The fiery red moon, the ever-changing scenes, the different people on the rooftop, the mysterious painting tools, the strange works? Everything is an illusion...
Purpose: redemption