Mid- night, not a sound from the pave- ment, has the moon lost her memo- ry, she is smi-ling a- lone, in the lamp- light, the with- ered leaves col- lect at my feet, and the wind be- gins to moan. Memo- ry, all a- lone in the moon-light, I can dream of the old days, life was beau- ti- full then, I re- mem- ber, the time I knew what hap-pi-ness was, let the memory live a- again. Ev- ery street lamp, se- ems to beat, a fa- tal- is- tic warn- ing. Some- one mut-uters, and a steat lamp gut- ters, and soon it will be morn- ing, Day- light, I must wait for the sun- rise, I must think of a new life, and I must -n't give in. When the dawn comes, to-night will be a mem-o-ry too, and a new day will be- gin. 我 像 一 片 落 叶 飘 零， 只 有 回 不 去 的 曾 经。 仿 佛 早 晨 田 间 一 朵 野 花， 这 记 忆 也 在 凋 零 请 你 一 点 点 向 我 靠 近 哪 怕 一 步 的 距 离， 留 我 在 孤 单 里， 只 要 你 愿 意 你 就 会 感 到 我 的 真 心。 看 那 晨 光 已 来 临。