Memory

Midnight,
Memory,

not a sound from the
all alone in the

pavement,
moonlight,

has the moon lost her
I can smile of the

memory?
old days,

She is smiling a-
I was beautiful

lone.
then.

_ In the
_ I re

lamplight, the
member the

withered leaves coll-
time I knew what

ect at my feet,
happiness was.

and the
Let the

wind
memo-

_ begins to
ry live a-

moan.
gain.