Lucky?

This is a story about a boy named...

Early morning, he wakes up.
Knock, knock, knock on the door:

- It's time for make up!Perfect smile. It's you they're all waiting for!

They go… "Isn't he lovely, this Hollywood boy?"

And they say…

- He's so lucky,he's a star...

But he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart thinking...

- If there's nothing missing in my life, then why do these tears come at night?

Lost in an image, in a dream but there's no one there to wake him up and the world is spinning and he keeps on winning.

But tell me,what happens when it stops?

"And the winner is…!" "I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena
waiting for..." "Oh my god…here he comes!"

Isn't he lucky, this Hollywood boy?
He is so lucky, but why does he cry?
If there's nothing missing in his life, why do tears come at night?