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't smile at the old days. Life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. Every street lamp seems to beat. A fatalistic morning. Someone mutters and a street lamp flutters. 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 life will begin. Burnt out hands 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. Thank you for watching.