An old man sung a love song at cheep bar. His voice was very husky. Has he been picked and it's over. Sometime hi laughed and he cried. I look he carefully and I find. He has a mole over his left eyebrow and I have too. And I realize my result. That I couldn't succeed in got the glory of the pop star. And I smile. If I lose my house, my car, my shoes and all my hair and teeth, I will sing a song about my life and my love. So I think while ago when I find out my better days When I sing a song for me. Maybe you laugh at me, so I kiss you on the cheek.