A strange brilliance will appear in front of you in a perfect posture.
On the stage, she wore a white lace skirt and a delicate crown, looking like an elegant swan on the lake. She frowned slightly, with a hint of sadness in her eyebrows, as if she was about to say goodbye to her lover. She gently raised her hand and drew a beautiful arc in the air. She turned slowly in a circle and raised her chin slightly, noble and strong. . .
Perhaps she is the only one worthy of the noble ballet. Off the stage, everyone is watching her.
However, this is not what she wants; what she wants is not like this.