Finally,
Finally I know
Who my puppet master is!
And now, I can live my life as I have dreamed
Or shell I give my laces to someone else?

The truth is it frightens me…
All those years,
Living as my master told
Or else I would get scold
But now I don’t even know
Who I am or where should I go...

I’m quite scared of all those eyes out there
Who will judge me by what I wear.
But the problem is that,
I don’t really care,
I will dare!

So many years I were just a shade
Of my beloved sovereign.
And now,
How should I act?
What should I like?
Coffee with milk or black should be the right?
Well, I’ll have to find out
All those things that I never knew.

Well then,
That’s all about my confession
So now I’ll say,
Goodbye my doll maker...
No, farewell…