Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
Memory. All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days;
I was beatiful then.
Let the memory live again.
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning.
And soon it will be morning.
Daylight. I must wait for the sunrise,
I must think of a new life
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin.
Burnt out ends of smoky days,
The street lamp dies, another night is over,
Another day is dawning.
Touch me. It's so easy to leave me
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me I'll understand what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun.