三拍子的。典雅。中庸。比蝴蝶的翅膀厚重,比青草的味道单纯。这是我最初的步调。走向一面深海,需要从容的优雅的呼吸。宫廷里布满贵族的秩序。只能踩着这样的节拍走近你。银色迢迢,海星和流星是两个远方,同一个厄运。我只能保持这寺院般沉静的音律。在时光的低处,我旋转着,旋转着。我和我舞蹈着空旷的岑寂。像风中不能停下来的 Three beat. Elegant. Moderate. Thicker than the butterfly wings, pure grass than the taste. This is my first step. Toward the deep ocean, you need a calm, elegant breath. Court full of aristocratic order. Only walking on such a beat approached you. Silver 迢 迢, starfish and meteors are two afar, the same doom. I can only keep the quiet tone of the temple. At a low point of time, I spin and rotate. I and I danced in an open silence. Like the wind can not stop