Flying sky on the mural, some arm basket, picking flowers; some embrace the lute, plucking silver strings; some inverted hanging body, from the sky down ...... imitation

There are groups of three or five, whispering, some stop and stare, looking up at the Milky Way, some face the bronze mirror, combing and dressing up some arms outstretched to meet the guests; some caressing the strings, murmuring and singing; some open stride, firm gaze; some gaze melancholy, alone tears; some long hair, running to the sky; some light fall to the earth, dancing alone.