That is a little girl stand on the middle of the stage.
Wearing a beautiful peach ballet dress, and her favourite Pointe shoes.
She just looks like the ballerina in the music box.
Every single turn, spin and jump looks so perfect.
Like a beautiful creature that made by God's hands.
If she dance without a white mask.
The white mask seems like her protection on something, obviously is her face.
What's on her face?
That doesn't matter anymore.
Why?
Because she can't dance anymore.
The legs, she can't control her own legs.
When she fall down from the stage, her mask falls.
Her face.............
"Ahhh!!"
Cold.
So cold.
But the coldness can't compare to the coldness inside the heart.
The body shaking.
Almost forget,
Those abandoned memory.
