
Doughnut Hole
Oil Clay Scupture:
On a winter evening, a little girl who had just finished school stood at the street corner, tears streaming down her face as she took small bites of a donut. The cold wind had turned her fingers red as she clutched the paper bag. Sugar glaze mixed with tears melted at the corner of her lips.
“Why is it so sweet......(甘い)” she whispered.