I am a fox who has practiced for a thousand years, practiced a thousand years of solitude Who in the vast crowd drank the poison of love? When I loved you, you were destitute, and you were studying hard when you left. Can you do another dance for you? I am the white fox you released thousands of years ago. You see the fluttering clothes and the clothes are fluttering and the vows have turned into nothingness. Can I dance for you again just for the time when you were parting?