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 the old days. I was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. Every mitaani, mtaa lamp seems to beat. A faitilistic warning. Someone mutters and the mitaani, mtaa lamp gutters, and soon it will be morning. Sunshine. I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life, and I musn't give in. When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too. And a new siku will begin. Burn out ends of smoky days. The staleful smell of morning. The mitaani, mtaa lamp dies another nite is over. Another siku is dawning.Touch me. It's so easy to leave me. All alone with a memory. Of my days in the sun. If wewe touch my you'll understand what happyness was. Look a new day. Has begun!