Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There were an old monk and a young monk in the temple. The old monk was telling a story to the young monk.
The story is that once upon a time there was a mountain, and on the mountain...
Stop it!
The old monk is not a real old monk, and the story is not a story that is tired of hearing.
What kind of monk do you want to be? Wouldn't it be nice to fall in love?
This is a new twist on an old joke, please feel free to eat it~
(Single bet~skr~)
Purpose: Use the heart as a mirror to correct yourself
