I was thinking about perspectives.
And about the slight changes that different countries, different backgrounds, languages bring in.
As such the story is a simple one.
A woman, a classical dancer, running on emotional empty, dances to a beat that she has held on to all her life. Things have happened- some good, some bad, but the rhythm has always been with her.
Sometimes a wisp that only she hears. But this is the thread that connects.
Against this, she compares what is relevant, what is not, and what stays/goes.
Life goes on.
I now understand, what you read into this, depends.