Perhaps, we are created as puppets and live as preventive products for human beings. Our uses have been limited since birth and we are not happy...
We have different personalities, habits and destinies. We divide and reunite. Even so, our souls are still connected and will never be separated.
The long piano music floats from the ancient castle, and the rotating music box plays our destiny...
Those beautiful notes pass through our voices and form a song,
We can only stand on tiptoe and spin...