An old English song has a cheerful style. The lyrics probably say that dancing reminds me of my lover, mv Black.

Bloody dance, ambiguous ears, golden cups, some inexplicable atmosphere rippling in the dance, occupying the center of the crowd, attracting everyone's attention, burning my eyes, passionate for a while, cold for a while, infatuated with your illusory face for a while, the more dangerous and exciting, the more addictive. If I could kiss your lips, I would give my blood.