When you’re as young as Ayame, you can believe in anything and promises meant so much. However, as days folded into years and your heart is wounded by time, there’s no more fantasy only a cruel reality that must be endured day-by-day. As the journey goes on, the sole company you have is the shadow of your tired soul. It seems so unfair because the people whom you devoted your heart break their promises without any explanations. No more hopes, and so what’s the significance of the beautiful lunar rainbow to me?