"Old King, Old King, do not weep, the path ahead is even more beautiful!"
"Old King, Old King, do not grieve, tomorrow will be even more brilliant!"
"Old King, have a good journey, the little ones of Weihu Mountain will miss you!"
"Bang Bang! For the Old King, present! The Dance of the Mountain!"
"Old King, pick some fruit, when you're thirsty, hungry, or weary on the road, just eat a couple of wild fruits from Weihu Mountain."
In front of the cave of Weihu Mountain, black-winged bats hung upside down, swaying as they sang loudly, wild boars with sharp teeth ran and rolled in the mud, pushing mud around with their snouts and tails.
A hedgehog rolled over, sticking up its butt, handing over spiky wild fruit.
What a commotion!
The golden tiger, carrying his pack, drooped his ears, feeling even more sorrowful.
