'Have travelled far and near
Overseas and tall mountains
Isle, crook and straightway
In search of a wealth fountain
And when old age steals my strength away
And the wealth I seek seemed far away
Like Ceaser longing for Rome
I wore my scandal and picked my crotch
Grief for those times I never keep in touch
As I turned back toward my dear home.
Johji Inn became deafening with applause, as the musician bowed and stepped off the podium.
A moment later, the silence that had descended after the earth-gripping song upgraded into an uproar as a fight suddenly boomed out in the section meant for liquor drinkers.
"Did you dare insult my father and called him a goat?"
"Yes. I called him a goat but not as an insult."
"I beg your pardon. Calling a man a goat is an insult, and when the man happens to be my father, then I have no choice but to fight for his honour."
"Be still. A goat means; great of all time and not an animal."
"In that case, avoid unnecessary abbreviations when talking to me."