Mother's fine porcelain, a face of pale and white, hair hanging wildly, eyes sad and tight. Looking at her face, and only then I see, a tear falls down her cheek, and this girl is really me.
Mother's fine porcelain, a face of pale and white, hair hanging wildly, eyes sad and tight. Looking at her face, and only then I see, a tear falls down her cheek, and this girl is really me.
