"Are you tired of dancing too? These dances are boring if you don't find the right person, don't you think?"

a man with night-colored eyes was holding out his hand to me, he seemed to want to enjoy Tchaikovsky's melody with the presence of the moon and my hand in his

"Would you allow me this last dance, dear? he says while his eyes locked in mine

you ended up dancing with a stranger in the moonlight, both barefoot and accompanied by the melody of "Romeo and Juliet"