The Grand Yin-Yang Master

A black coffin, a row of long nails, A tiny doll, all alone, White snow and glittering stars, The grown-up doll goes off to war. Coffin doll, coffin doll, no father and no mother. Coffin doll, coffin doll, no friends and no home. This nursery rhyme accompanied me throughout my childhood. It was also where my tragedy began.