A long time ago, there was a kingdom here, Rai.
The king here is young and wise, and the residents here are simple and enthusiastic.
Here is the most beautiful princess in the world, her voice is more beautiful than the nightingale, and her face is more stunning than the rose.
On the night when the princess held her coming-of-age ceremony, the crown prince of another country came to Rai.
He asked the king to marry the princess, and he was driven out of the kingdom by the angry people.
The crown prince had never suffered such humiliation in his life, and he vowed to let the iron cavalry trample every inch of Ley's land.
At the princess' coming-of-age ceremony, people danced around the bonfire, and drunkenly sang far-reaching poems through the oral tradition of the bards.
It was so lively that even the witches passing by stopped in their tracks.
The witch looked past the singing and dancing crowd and looked at the princess. "Your face is so beautiful."
(An idea suddenly occurred to me. I will revise the copy later and the length will be shorter)
Intention: Tomorrow is another beautiful day
