This morning I took Bus 459 from Bestown Avenue to Service Center Station. I heard a man singing aloud in high spirit, and then he spoke aloud:"Luckily, you get onto a bus of music!"

He was an aged, plump man dressed in a black downcoat. And he wore a small wool cap on his large head.

The bus drove on, crossing Rainbow Bridge. I regreted taking the bus. Was he abnormal? Was he a patient suffering from mental disease?

Other passengers looked aloof. Everyone kept silence, except for the strange man. He sang aloud, trying to sound melodious and keeping his notes in variation. He wanted to show he had a good throat. He sang the song in the movie Shaolin Temple.

On arriving at my destination, I got off the bus in a hurry.