Midnight, not a sound from the pavement, has the moon lost her memory? She's 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 streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning. Someone mutters, and the streetlamp sputters, 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. Burnt-out ends of smoky days. The stale, cold smell of morning. A streetlamp dies, another night is over. Another day is dawning. Touch me, it's so easy. 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. Has begun. Thank you for watching!