My Disciple Is Sun Wukong

He has seen the shock of Pangu opening the sky, He looked at the beauty of Nuwa patching up the sky, He came from ancient times. From darkness through dawn, Traveling from cold winter to midsummer, Taking three thousand years as spring, Taking three thousand years as autumn, A long time, but only a spring and autumn. He went from panic to courage, From small to great, Time cannot catch up with my steps, Finally, When he looked back, you were already dust. He is heaven, he is earth, he is the road to heaven, he is immortal. As time goes by, he always stands there and never leaves.