When they were young, she asked him: When my hair grows to my waist, will it be okay for me to marry as a young man? He said: I will make your hair grow to your waist, and I will make you red. Later, she guarded a city, just waiting for a promise. "I'm still here, and you... Are you really not coming back?"..."Probably, he really came to marry me. He just came to take my life." When we said goodbye: Don't worry, I'm fine. On the day you become king, I will definitely greet you outside the city gate.