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