Your dancing is light, your body is as light as a swallow, your body is as soft as a cloud, and your arms are as soft as bones. Step by step, you dance into a lotus flower, like a butterfly flying among flowers, like running water, like a bright moon in the mountains, like the dawn in an alley, like a round dewdrop on the tip of a lotus leaf, which makes me intoxicated. There are beautiful women in the south, dancing with green waist. In late autumn, the banquet is full of flowers.
It is as beautiful as an orchid, in Youlong, Wan Ru. The more gorgeous, the whiter. Second: the slow state can't be bad, and the complicated posture is over. Low lotus waves, messy snow lingering in the wind. Speaking of time, it's time to mend the skirt. I just worry that I can't catch it, so I fly away to catch the surprise.