The round tip of the nose kisses the glass window
The simple wood grain rotates into a smooth curved surface
The glass-like eyes reflect moving light spots
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Like a small black bean
Covered with the brilliance of a diamond
A face that always smiles
Telling of empty beauty
The figures shuttled back and forth
But they could not hit the fragile heart
Under the bright sunshine
The little puppet was silent Weeping
We are the children cursed by God
Dark night
Singing city
Neon flowing with decadent light
Like those
passing years
The small body roared
The chest was filled with unwillingness
Almighty God
Why did he give us souls
but forgot the body
Why did he allow us to witness the prosperity of the world
But it was split in the middle The next transparent wall
Ancient mantra chanting
You will never be happy
Forever
We are not wrong
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We are just children longing for life
As long as we occupy the bodies of those stupid humans
As long as we bind their souls
We will be free< /p>
The bright eyes
gleaming with excitement
The puppet’s crazy blood
It is difficult to calm down
Fate Manipulating the invisible thread
It’s still the stiff smile
It’s still the transparent wall
The puppet’s eyes are tied
Walking on the edge of humanity
Can’t find the hope in my heart
We have no right
Take anyone’s life
But still unwilling
Why don’t they even care about their lives
Why
wasted those years
Give me a life
I can live a more beautiful life
I have never had it
So cherish it
Young lovers step on the road Going to the snow
Laughing and making out
A whisper
Who said winter
represents the end of life?
Another chuckle
Look! Under the thick snow
Obviously another spring is gestating
Finally relieved
On the window display
is the face of a puppet crying
It turns out that happiness
is so simple