Now, my sad appearance,
There is a beautiful girl at the end of the stage,
While I do my best to fight the tears,
She is staring at me..
At the backstage,
That beautiful girl sitting on a chair,
Two tender hands on each other,
While she stares and listens,
To my story, oh..
As the girl gets to know me,
She gets more and more sad,
Step by step, she gets carried away by the song ,
The beautiful girl can't control her weeping,
She takes her way outside and leaves me,
Although the song came at its end,
Now, I won't sing about the past,
This sad song..
This is my last concert..