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 streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning. Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters. And soon it will be morning.
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life. And I mustn’t give in. When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too. And a new day will begin……(曙光,我在等待着日出。我想象着新的开始。而我不能放弃。当黎明到来,今夜也将成为回忆,新的一天注定要开启……)