他发现自己在想自己的童年。为什么你喝那么多，大师？这不是音乐问题。你很伤心，大师吗？再次，不是音乐问题。有时候，我很伤心，妈妈。少说话。您会更快乐。
(He found himself thinking about his childhood.Why do you drink so much, Maestro?This is not a music question.Are you sad, Maestro?Again, not a music question.I am sad sometimes, Maestro.Practice more. Speak less. You'll be happier.Yes, Maestro.Everyone joins a band in this life.Sometimes, they are the wrong ones.)