The Puppeteer's diary ~ 30 ~
I didn't search before, and now too many puppets are wandering about the house. We always store photos here, where old men have put them? I even can't look at your faces... I'm alive, but I can do nothing. I even had no time to apologize, kiddy. I don't think there's anything except emptiness after death. You are gone, and I will never ask your pardon.
