a worried expression on this old man's face ,followed by a question:
Excuse me, have you got anywhere I can cry?
Why,sir?Whatever's the matter?
My mother is dying,I want to cry.
couple of tears rolling down his wrinkled face via the silver-haired moustache.Indeed a man you would respect for his age.
I am sorry ,sir.
(I walked off.)
The tears will fall,
the poor woman would pass away
but nothing shall wipe off
the memory of this old man helplessly
crying for his dying mother in front of me.
When real men cry
there is a reason.