I am a doll clad in blue, quietly sitting on the dark side of the 
shelf. A little smile is on my lips as if I was never alive. I sit 
quietly, waiting for the hands to spin the spring on my back, so I'll 
be moving again. Oh... Could anyone hear my sigh? 

    Beside me, there are the dolls keeping me company. They're also 
lifeless glass dolls...like me, never different. 

    The pierrot clad in red- he is the first friend of mine, sitting on 
my right. When I gave him a little peep, I saw him smiling, as if he 
never knew the grief of the world. But sometimes I wondered, because in 
his glistening eyes, there seemed to be so much sadness. Why? 

    And the nobleman clad in gold- he's been keeping me company next to 
the red pierrot. Even if his features are always cold and it seems he 
can feel nothing, I know he's kind. Sometimes I find him looking at me 
gently. 

    And the aide-de-camp clad in purple- he sat on my left. His shoulders 
were always straight, and that made him more majestic. He seemed to be 
so strong, stronger than me, stronger than everyone. But...one day...he 
slipped out of someone's hand, and I saw him crash on the floor into 
pieces. Oh...! Why were my glass eyes blurred? Why? 

    And the prince clad in black- he was the last doll on this shelf. 
Someone put him beside me and called us 'the gallant prince and the 
delicate princess'. I peeped at him intently; he was in dark cloth, 
which made him seem paler. He had the deepest dark blue eyes, and his 
long blown hair was tied, draped down his back. He and I had been the 
perfect dolls, matched magnificently. But I never felt any senses from 
him, no matter how I tried. His eyes always looked at the invisible 
horizon. Why? 

  And then someone took him from here... Why? What was the dew on 
my  cheek? What? 

    I am a doll clad in blue, quietly sitting on the dark side of the 
shelf. I sit quietly, waiting for someone.... 

    And... the latest doll was put in the space of the previous prince 
doll. This latest doll is so different, and...and...unfamiliar... 

    Now, a couple of hands spin the springs on my back, on the latest 
doll's, on the pierrot's, and on the nobleman's. Slowly, we're about to 
move again. And then, we are moving again. I turn myself around, moving 
along with the aria from them. I turn myself around, turn around.... 

    It's my destiny... on this blue aria... 


            ~completed~