Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. As 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 smile at the old days, I was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory ring again. Every street lamp seems to emit a fatalistic warning. Someone butters at 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 mustn't give in. When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too, and a new day will begin. The burned out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of mourning. The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning. Watch 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. A new day has begun. Thank you for watching!