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 strada, via lamp seems to beat. A faitilistic warning. Someone mutters and the strada, via 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 giorno will begin. Burn out ends of smoky days. The staleful smell of morning. The strada, via lamp dies another nite is over. Another giorno is dawning.Touch me. It's so easy to leave me. All alone with a memory. Of my days in the sun. If te touch my you'll understand what happyness was. Look a new day. Has begun!