The sound of moving water: It is thunder in the white sky. The endless breaking of the ocean haunts the girl in the cage. It roars and rampages, loud enough to scare the little girl away. Then next moment, it becomes a lullaby, the most powerful mistress of the dark night. It whispers with its sweet and tender lips: the invitation of the night. Embracing the girl in the darkness, the lullaby never seems to stop.
Scent of her hair: When she let her hair down, the glimpse of a dark cascade running through her delicately curved shoulder and to the bottom of her spine blinded a boy. The candle light in the room reflected its bright darkness. While soaking fingers through the shiny cascade, the heavenly scent of her hair tickled his nose. Even a glass of tropical cocktail sipped near the Indian Ocean cannot be as heavenly as this.
Seeing a flamenco dancer: In the picture, she wears a satin bra with sleeves and a split skirt that reveals the entire length of her legs as she lunges on the ground. Her eyes are smudged in dark makeup, and on her lips, there sits a seductive smile. She is driven into ecstasy and knew in every fibre of her being that she had been dancing like that for thousands of years. She seems to indulge herself in the whirl of wind and divine madness.
