Leaf ? Blossom ? or the Bole ?
☆☆☆Dancingwhere the body is not bruised to pleasure soul,no beauty born out of its own despair,‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧Are you the leaf, the blowwom or the bole?O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,How can we know the dancer from the dance?◇◇◇
