Swingers in the night

On the way to the walk, there were a bunch of people dancing, and the swaying arms and waists were more enthusiastic and exaggerated under the fast-paced music. The night obscured the expressions and beads of sweat on their faces, but I could understand their release and forgetting in this moment.

Many times, in the face of these dancers, there will be suddenly inexplicable sadness, because in that swaying limb, what is seen is more lonely and depressed anxiety and helplessness, perhaps only in that moment, in that music, people find the way and way to release, and only in that moment, he or she may be doing the only true self.

In this world, there is no more healing of a person's emotional world than music, and no more than music, more directly to the inner world of people, music is the final healing and healing, but also the final joy and self-expression.

You see, the swaying body, in the night, under the lights, in the music, swaying and shaking, the outstretched arms are shouting, but also longing, the shaking waist, is the release and search.

I was a passerby, and I wanted to sway with the music, but just thinking about it, I hurried and hurried through, allowing myself to disappear into the night.