He wears a cassock and rides on a white horse.
He was sitting with all kinds of beauties, but he could not forget him on the altar.
He came to him again and again and asked the eminent monk to recite a mantra for me.
However, he was born to be a king, so how could he let go of the throne so easily.
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If you don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why do you need to swear?