~.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 smile at your days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness is, let the memory live again. Every street lamp seems to beat. A fatalistic warning someone mutters and the street lamp gutters. And soon it will be morning DaylightI 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 still cold smell of morning. A street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning. Touch me,It is 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 began...~
