The imprisoned Rouge is lost in an illusion that can’t be called either a dream or a memory: her life just after she was born, her days with her kind older brother Gene and her father Roy... as well as an unfamiliar woman and a masked man.
It's the song that our mother, the one 
who made you and me, loved most.
.إنّه أكثر أغنية أحبتها أمنا التي صنعتنا
Notre mère, celle qui nous a construits,
adorait cette mélodie.
Era il preferito della mamma,
É a música que nossa mãe, aquela 
que criou você e eu, mais amou.
Её любила мама,
наша с тобой создательница.