Rufus Lohr, the one who called by 'The Minstrel who sings to the red moon', look so enjoy the night sky. He hold a piece of paper on his left hand and a feather-pen on the other hand. He's all alone on the guild-headquarter balcony. He's writing something while the wind blow his blonde hair.
Soon after that, he go inside the building. He's leaving his paper which completely done. Seems like the poem is for someone he missed a lot.
The Night Of Autumn Sky
Magenta sky flowing from the west,
As the birds back to the nest.
From the jungle to the dune,
The sun exchanged with the moon.
When the scarlet moon appears,
I can feel neither horror nor the fear.
I pray, i bow, i kneel,
I wonder if miracles are real.
The night of autumn sky,
Would you bring me to fly?
Maple leaves are dancing with the wind,
Bring back my memories from the past time being.
Remember her smiles and happiness,
Never forget about her kindness.
The night of autumn sky,
Always makes me to cry.
Whenever i remember about her,
I hope we could be together.
But, fate said the different,
I just pray for her sake in heaven.