He forgot that he was always just a doll, no matter whether anyone loved him deeply or not. That heart... The empty thoughts are engraved with the name of the doll maker... Bailanbailanbailanbailanbailanbailanbailanbailan... Densely covering that wooden heart.
All right. . . The writing is somewhat unclear. . Um. . The product of confused thinking, illogical and unfinished. .
Subtle and a bit pretentious.
Caution:
The setting is a bit crappy, the writing is a bit crappy, and the plot is a bit crappy.
Conception: