Shabby puppets are manipulated by strings
Glass eyeballs with empty expressions
gloomy castle spider web red carriage
Ancient iron box puppets dancing
Who will control my mouth
How many years have I slept
The mottled fortress is incomplete
That feast a hundred years ago
Harp Sound at Midnight in the Castle
The craftsman carves the face he likes
The prince sits in the middle
Who holds my hand and bids farewell to whom
He controls my soul and my smile
Locked in the dim time
No love or hate
A broken puppet trapped in a maze
It was the prince and angel who gave it life and freedom, but it didn't want it (his pale mouth carved a smiling face and his tearful eyes)
And he was secretly crying with the mask on his face.
Don't feel like a failure. Stand up bravely.
Just dismiss the memories of the past as temporary incompetence.
He will no longer be that soulless puppet
love hate disillusionment
The sound of the harp at midnight in the castle (the craftsman carved his favorite face and the prince sat in the middle)