On the golden but slightly dim beach under the dusk, the figure is constantly rotating. Without the company of music, you can vaguely feel that she is marching to a beautiful melody.
The snow-white dance clothes entangled her slender body in the sea breeze. She lowered her head, covered her face with one hand, and lifted her sleeves at a 45-degree angle. She rotated in place in a 360-degree butterfly dance, causing the dance clothes to spread like snowflakes during the rotation.
In the silent dance, in the hidden sadness, and in the strong sea breeze, the silky long hair extends in a straight line towards the sky.
Heaven, but at the end of the hair that extends infinitely...