Dancer's Injury

The moonlight shines unbridled by the stained window, magically enchanting all vision in a blink of an eye. Another glass of that ancient mysterious Ganges water, the cat's eye on my forehead , unveiled the celebration. The key that has been imprisoned for thousands of years is telling the story of forgotten love. Listen to all the joys and sorrows tied around my waist and let those images appear again. , And go back to the past. Rotate, jump, I close my eyes, and I can't see you in the hustle and bustle. Are you intoxicated? White Snow Summer Night I don't stop, the years are blurred, and the hourglass of time is crushed by me. Stories carved on rotating fingertips Who is following me crazily? That night, the steps of the dilapidated palace The sweat I shed from forgetfulness lights up the celebration