Like letters dropping down from a pen into the pure white paper, Tide of soul swinging through the keys into the universe. The words and the colors emitted from my heart into the the sea of the net are the gift from the letters and the pictures on full of notebooks in my mind. If so, Hisoka, living in the vast ocean of the net, might be the paper moon, drifting on the surface of pure white paper. Paper Moon, this is Hisoka's notebook. BGM:"Lune" music & play by Hisoka Special thanks SANTAMARIA＜player of BGM＞ Aqua and Rippy＜English translation＞ LINK