Born in a Coffin, I Was Destined to Be a Tomb Raider

A black coffin, long nails, A little doll, all alone, White snow, bright stars, The doll grows up and goes to war. Coffin Doll, Coffin Doll, with no father and no mother. Coffin Doll, Coffin Doll, with no friends and no home. This nursery rhyme accompanied me throughout my childhood. It was also the beginning of my tragic life.