Dulohxo Dance

They’re holding each other’s handsbecause the wilderness is too vastdancing with steps sensitive as nerves; otherwisethe velvety astragalus dream on the landwould be trampled and trampled,leaving only a few desolate purple flowers at dusk

Flow, a swirling stream trickles outSing, an ancient song is crooned forth

Therefore before night has fallenthey have proud hearts and infatuated eyesand weary mouth harpsBut their dance continues and their murmuring continuestoward the earth, the dawn, and the distanceOne foot steps on a damp, pale-green dreamOne foot steps on a gentle, honey-filled cryThis sound lingers so, it lingers