memory,
all
a
lone
in
the
moonlight,
i
can
smile
at
the
old days,
i
was
beau
ti
ful
then,
i
remem
ber
the
time
i
knew
what
hap
pi
ness
was,
let
the
memory,
live
again
ev
ery
street
lamp
seems
to
beat
a
fa
talist
ic warning,
someone mut
ters,
and
a
street lamp gut
ters,
and
soon it will
be
morn
ing...
daylight,
i
must
wait
for
the
sunrise,
i
must
think
of
a
new life,
and
i
must
n't
give
in,
when
the dawn
comes,
to
night
will
be
a
me
mo
ry
too,
and
a
new day
will
begin