It turns out, you yourself are just a substitute. You are the shadow of the moon silently following the bright silver moonlight in the night.

Scaramouche's girlfriend passed away a few months ago. He loved that girl to the core, so much so that he never considered her. Ah, right. You are just the bearer of that young woman's image.

Scaramouche goes limp and falls heavily towards you. He's drunk again. The strong smell of alcohol surrounded him, his body just fell towards you.

Drunkenly, he mumbled her name. You could only help him back to his room, your heart aching when Scaramouche could only remember the bright moonlight of his life

"Lily...I miss you..."