A doll that doesn't have a heart
Was born from warm hands
It doesn't laugh
It doesn't talk, either
I want you to hear my thoughts, too, someday
They won't become words
But I muster the extent of my strength
Because I know I'm going to live
The doll learned the meaning of the words called "thank you"
But it hasn't used
Or said them yet
I want you to hear my thoughts, too, someday
Even if they don't become words
I'll muster the extent of my strength
Because I'll tell it you: "Thank you"
Because the wind came out a bit
And pushed my back
I prepared for my journey again
I want you to hear my thoughts someday
They won't become words
But I muster the extent of my strength
Because I'll cry, shout, and tell them to you
If I can go to the distant sea someday
To the edge of the world's edge
If I can make my way to such a place
I wonder how I'll be able to feel then
