My heart is clear, my dream is still dim, and my words are clean and clear. The tip of the knife is curved, and it is light and fleeting. The most fascinating thing is spinning around the top, so I am afraid that I will instantly escape the elves. The illusion is blurred, the butterfly is about to fly, and it is reborn.

I have thrown myself into the delicate wind and rain, and I have fallen several times and turned over the sky. My tears are crystal clear. Who has ever cut it? The world of mortals can't banish loneliness, but nirvana can relieve ten thousand tender feelings. It's not drifting to the cold and spacious.

-"High Balcony Figure Skating"