It appeared in the year of the floods. Grandpa's wooden house fell on the banks of the river, and the flood broke.
Me and my aunt were standing on the slope behind the shallows, and we both saw it.
And far away, it appears above the dam - a long worm in shape, strong and strong, full of gold and bright, and slowly, and it straddles at me as if I had left the slope of the hill and floated on the river.
Then the mighty dragon turned to me, and strangely, one of its eyes was hardened, like a jewel, while the other one was weeping. Behind these two very different eyes is its violent body, but it falls on the dam so light. I think the flood is calling it home, but why did it find me?
I always danced on the 21 strings and my feet hurt.
And this is bound to my old chorus, and every string is stinging me, thick, thin, white, green.....my leap is not controlled by consciousness, moving between half-dreams, jumping between the strings, as if the demons could not stop.
I devoted all my energy to it, leaping endlessly, surrendering with all my heart and soul and being occupied.
It's like a trampoline. I push, accelerate, change positions, make all the difficult techniques I know.....jumping causes pain to the soles of my feet, and the chords groaning in tremors, and I can't stop, and I can't let it spread under my feet by a stingy grid.....like notes, I floated and remembered the dragon.
My face in the mirror looks like that dragon -- it's different on the left and the left.
On the right, it was as if she lived in the jungle with a female hunter. She was so sharp and determined that she was always holding me in vain and trying to drag me into a blurry distance.
It's strange to turn to the left: a warm, smooth water flow always flows around me like silk. They're all in my body, sitting on both ends of the board, trying to fight, they're all me.
The dress is so heavy, it's so long, it's like the dragon's body. I can't breathe.
The white light of my skirt stings my eyes. But it's so pure, so clean and so soft to fool.
He put his big hand around my neck and tried to put me in a wedding dress.
Sweet lies push me to the moment of farewell. The more tight the dress was on me the more the flood began to spread in my mind with the sound of my own music.
(jumping)
"I'm watching."