It should be this.
In spring, a disgruntled woman went to the pond in the middle of the night, lit candles, thought about the distant clients, danced the tango with the drizzle, and indulged herself. Even if people were exposed to the morning dew, they would die one day, even if they slept in the wind and wandered around, they would never forget their romantic happiness. As the saying goes, they always turn up provocative waves and indulge in the tide of sex.