The Story of a Car Full of Happiness (II)

I am the car white, I am not the old white, I am full of happiness of the old white, I have all the happiness of the story Oh.

I am now a used car. When I was a first-hand car, my owner was a young and beautiful little girl. I was given it to her by her mom and dad after she graduated from college. She drove me to her new job, she was an elementary school teacher, I watched her play games with the kids, she told stories to the kids. She also used me to send a child whose parents couldn't pick up, and that little friend was good.

I watched as my master found the boy she was willing to entrust her life to, and before she could put on her wedding dress, her mom and dad were going to give her a new car, and I would no longer be able to witness her happiness. She found a new master for me, and I witnessed the happiness of the new master.

The new owner is a young man who came to work here from out of town, and I bought it with the money he saved for a year. He was married, his wife had come here to work, he bought a car because his wife was pregnant, and he bought me to pick her up and drop her off from work in order to make her more comfortable with her commute. They are gracious and loving every day, but they are happy.

I only think it's the dirty look I have now, because my master and her wife went back to their hometown for the New Year, and her wife gave birth to a cute baby during the Spring Festival, and they came back with the baby for another month. When the time comes, I will be wiped clean by the owner. Carrying this family of three happy to work with the baby to play and watch the baby grow up.

It's beautiful to think about! I am an old white man full of happiness. [Laughs]