She's still dancing.
I can't remember the time that has passed,
But the dancing continues with alas.
Time makes the halls more elegant than ever,
Yet the designs have a touch of drastically sad.
Her dress continues to communicate with the wind to this hour,
And the hair resembles the fire that lights brighter than the moon.
As beautiful as described, she looks extremely tired.
A woman who is about to shatter, yet she keeps dancing.
It is almost like she'll stop when the music stops playing,
Yet there is no music in the room.
I wonder what will happen when she stops dancing.
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