Re: memory# EnglishChat - 鸟语花香
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MEMORY
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 beatiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again.
Every street lamp seems to beat
a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
and soon it will be morning.
Daylight. I must wait for the s
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 beatiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again.
Every street lamp seems to beat
a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
and soon it will be morning.
Daylight. I must wait for the s