Gently raise your arms, face the bright lights, unfold your most dazzling face, and bow deeply to the empty auditorium. Wearing the most gorgeous dance clothes, on an empty stage without any support, listening to the music coming from the depths of the soul, he danced his most beautiful dance. In this silent film-like performance, the flexibility of the body becomes the most dazzling focus. Tap your toes and make perfect circles on the stage; open your hands as if you are welcoming a long-lost friend. The smile on his face is so obvious. Sometimes it leaps up, as light as a deer in the forest, carrying a gentle breeze with sweet sweat stains; sometimes it glides across, as light as a swan on the lake, carrying a small, dreamy rain. Finally, his feet landed lightly on the ground, and the long sleeves in his hands almost dragged to the ground. Are you tired? Otherwise why would it start shaking. Are you sleepy? Otherwise, why are my eyes confused? The corner of his mouth curled up into an unknown sneer. What are you laughing at? You must be laughing at yourself, otherwise why would you cry again? Lie on one knee and lean slightly to your left side. The movements were so gentle, as if a gentle wife was gently clinging to her beloved husband. I struggled to remember, maybe I wanted to take a look at something again! Finally, he couldn't help but lie down, his aura eyes gradually dimmed, and finally he slowly closed them, as peacefully as falling into sleep. But why did that drop of tear flow down the cheek and fall on the stage, splashing a rose-colored water splash.