Once upon a time, I also had a home, and my dear parents. One day, my father was drunk, picked up an axe and walked up to my mother. Dad, my dad cut a lot. Red blood stained the wall and my mother's head rolled under the bed. Her eyes are still looking at me. "Dad, mom, why?" Why? "Then, ah, my father asked me to help him. We buried my mother under the tree. Then, my father raised his axe, skinned me, made a doll and buried it under the tree to accompany my mother. I didn't know how to grow up when I was a child. Think about this lyric. It's more terrible than any horror movie I've ever seen. This "little sister with a doll" is simply frightening.