"I am a delicate flower, blooming carelessly in the deep midnight, in the embrace of the Earth Mother... And you are a strong stalk of corn, standing proudly in the scorching noon, in a place where flowers flourish..."
The clear song was enchanting, the rapid dance swirled, and the orange candlelight flickered with warm hues. A faint fragrance dispersed in the gentle breeze, and a graceful woman, wearing a lightweight outfit, danced beautifully even in the confined space of the tent. She gracefully raised her jade arms, moved her supple waist, and tangled her legs and feet, blooming radiantly around the King who was drinking. When she gently parted her red lips and sang the ancient chants, her voice was magnetic and slightly hoarse, like the friction of a jade wall on sand, stirring the listener's heart.
