Dance in the Mirror

Kagawa, off the coast of Hokuriku. Touka Mikage walked into the stage department of the women's college under the name of "Xia Fan's sister". My sister refused to go to the Tokyo Dome, leaving only her old performance clothes and the words "enough". At first, Donghua only thought that it was giving up, so facing the legacy and correctness, she copied the path her sister had taken step by step - the pitch, rhythm, half beat, she could almost keep up; but the layer that really made the stage shine always seemed to be separated by a layer of fog that could not be washed away. There is not just one path in ministry. The three groups of Tomasaki, LinkBeat, and Gao each have their own shooting points and temperaments; the paper lanterns will leak light, and the fourth one can be marked but still not light up; people can walk, and the steps will change. Only the step position is written on the box, but the name of the person is not written. Three lights were lit during the Mirror Festival, and they changed to treading water during the City Festival in the rain. At the end of the stay, someone half-jokingly asked: Do you want all three groups to come together? The unplaced phone calls between the sisters and the blank contract pressed on the registration form, the two lines go forward separately - the combination does not mean that they become the same kind of people, but the combination makes them different. The fog will never dissipate, and the gaps will never be filled; what changes is where she stands and where she sees. From dancing after her sister's shadow, to slowly feeling "want to stand here" in the air of the stage department, what Donghua is looking for is not a clean mirror, but her own dance. What's left is unfinished, not yet bright, not yet stable - it's still dancing.