On my way home...

On my way home,
I met an old man,
He was sat on a bench in a park,
When I was sat beside him, he said to me,
"Face every problem with a true and gentle smile,"
And I asked to him, "Why do I must to face it with a smile?"
He answered me with a smile,
"Because if you face it with anger, you'll felt that the problem has not finished"

On my way home,
I met a little girl,
And she was crying,
I asked to her, "Why are you crying?"
And she answered to me, "Because I can't got a perfect mark on a test today,"
I was thought about what the old man said to me before,
So I say, "Face every problem with a true and gentle smile,"
And the little girl asked me, "Why do I must face it with a smile?"
So I answered her with a smile,
"Because if you just crying over, the next test will never get any better."
And that little girl erased her tears and smiling over me, said "Thank You"

On my way home,
I was thinking about the old man said to me,
Is it really easy as he said,
To facing the problem with a smile?
But now, I've got the answer,
When I met that little girl,
I thought I already got the answer,
And what that old man said to me,
Maybe I'll never forget it on the rest of my life...