This Tokyo Is a Bit Weird

"Sunny doll, sunny doll, please let it be sunny tomorrow!" In the dark night, the crying child kept swinging the smiling sunny doll. "If the sky can be as clear as in my dream, I will give you the golden bell." Standing in the depths of darkness, the woman's hoarse voice seemed to be singing the praises of the darkness. "Sunny doll, sunny doll, please let it be sunny tomorrow." Hidden under the tattered butcher's apron was his father's desperate cry. "If my wish comes true, I will give you a lot of wine." On the land where the faceless man is buried, a wooden board with "Silent Village" written on it is crumbling at the entrance of the village. "Shh, don't make a sound." The funny clown stood in front of the dilapidated house and crooned the last nursery rhyme. "Sunny doll, sunny doll, please let it be sunny tomorrow!" "If it doesn't clear up, I'm going to cry and I'm going to chop your head off."