glide across the ice without a care
swiftly turn from left to right
spinning in circles endlessly
while the fragments of snow
glisten in the spotlights,
time seems to freeze
as if the cold surface seemed to be able to influence the clock of life
everything is slow,
head raising up
a bead of sweat falls onto the ice;
the crowd roars with their cheers。
and as you end off with a bow,
a small, yet oh so noticeable smile creeps onto your face
you are content.
you, are a skater.
