It’s out of fashion to give lengthy explanations like that. Let them judge us however they please. We’ll give them a dance and then hit the road.Give me a torch. I don’t want to dance. I feel sad, so let me be the one who carries the light.No, noble Romeo, you’ve got to dance.Not me, believe me. You’re wearing dancing shoes with nimble soles. My soul is made out of lead, and it’s so heavy it keeps me stuck on the ground so I can’t move.You’re a lover. Take Cupid’s wings and fly higher than the average man.His arrow has pierced me too deeply, so I can’t fly high with his cheerful feathers. Because this wound keeps me down, I can’t leap any higher than my dull sadness. I sink under the heavy weight of love.