Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling
alone.
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect
at my feet,
and the wind begins to moan.
Memory,
All alone in the moonlight, I can dream of the
old days.
Life was beautiful then. I remember the time
I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live
again.
Every steet lamp seems to beat
a fatalistic warning. Someone mutters,
and the street lamp gutters and soon it will be
morning.
Daylight,
I must wait for the sunrise, I must think of a
new life
and I musn't give in. When the dawn comes,
tonight will be a memory too and a new day will
begin.
Burnt out ends of smoky days,
the stale cold smell of morning. The street
lamp dies,
another night is over, another day is dawning.
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me,
all alone with the memory of my days in the sun.
If you touch me, you'll understand
what happiness is. Look, a new day has begun.