旋色的舞裙,环转在锃亮的基石上。一圈,两圈。安静的呼吸声在上空浮动,一阵空寂在华丽的趾间游走。三圈,四圈。雪青色的长缎仍在不知疲倦地打转。朱彤玉石在两根细长突兀的锁骨间上下晃动, 绚烂的乐声从缝隙中穿过,当它滑过细腻的肩胛时骤然停止。 Spin-colored dance skirt, ring on the bright foundation stone. One lap, two laps. The quiet breathing sounds floats over the sky, and a moment of silence lies between the gorgeous toes. Three laps, four laps. The snow-blue long satin is still spinning tirelessly. Zhu Yuyu rocked up and down between the clavicles of the two elongated slugs, and the roaring sounds ran through the gaps and suddenly stopped when it slid over the delicate shoulders.