I am a believer, crowning myself without a crown
I am willing to use my soul to support my Lord
Unfortunately, my lord is confused
I asked you what the fuss is about.
He said what can I do today?
She said I want to go home for the New Year
He said no one in this world can survive under my stick
She shouted at the top of her lungs that I wanted to go home for the New Year.
This is a story about a fairy tale
There is no gorgeous dress, but there is a prince riding a white horse
a monkey
There is also an alternative journey to the west story that belongs to them