What was that?
Did you hear it? It sounded like some melodies.
But that's nonsense; from here on out, you'll only
encounter enemies.
In that case, and if I'm right, get ready for combat; you never know when you
might run into a nasty
cat.
Me? Know the truth? Of course I do!
But share it and bring about change in the world? Oh, no, no, no!
Perhaps I lack the words, or the strength
or perhaps,
simply,
I don't want anything to change.
* (1, 2, 3, there was something beautiful here; over time, it withered. Perhaps it was because of me? Or him?)
* (4, 5, 6, but then you start to wonder: can a flower wither if it never even sprouted?)
* (There is a demon loose in the woods; people know it, so they don't ask who.)
* (Perhaps, if you do nothing about it and don't let people know the truth, will the demon be only him? or you.)