No matter if there is sun or rain,
the doll smiles through the display case .
It wears a cute red dress and a ribbon of satin lace .
Passerby stare at it in appreciation,
Or perhaps it's her pure deliration,
But she only cares about the shop master's gaze.
Perfectly content, she sits on the shelf.
But sometimes reflected on the glass,
She sees a doll that is not her self .
She looks into his eyes at last,
Glazed, and full of suppressed pain,