applause

Life is like a stage. I'm the saddest singer. Always, gently, softly. Sing the lonely melody of autumn When my mood is young And my smile is infected with the chill of winter night I know that smile is the source of applause. When the spring flows through the lake of people's hearts Like an overflowing spring of life When the curtain falls I will welcome the applause of all the people You are the high voice of a lot of applause that echoes my heart.