I, Tiantong, have a calf tonight. The golden-faced Gautama takes up reality. Even if you want to buy it, it has no price. The chirp of a cuckoo is heard from above a solitary cloud.
I, Tiantong, have a calf tonight. The golden-faced Gautama takes up reality. Even if you want to buy it, it has no price. The chirp of a cuckoo is heard from above a solitary cloud.