I am afraid that if i open myself,

I will not stop pouring.

Why do I fear becoming a river.

What mountain gave me such shame.

You wear your ancestor's face. You look like a woman you'll never meet. In that mirror, there's thousands of you. In the bath you look down, she looks back, shaking and deforming in the ripples, she lies beneath the surface. Do not fear to lend her a hand to pull her above the surface.