Wakeshima Kanon - still doll

Hi Miss Alice.
With your glass eyes, what kind of dreams can you see?
Are you entranced?

Again, my heart bursts and gushes forth.

I stitched up these memories that stick in the cracks.

Hi Miss Alice.
With your petit lips, to whom do you send your love?
Are you grieving?

I'm still weaving words with my feverish tongue.

As cold as I am, I can't even sing songs of love.

Still, you do not answer.