Memory
Cynthia Onrubia & Betty Buckley Lyrics

Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower
I observe the delicate dew resting on the sunflower at sunrise.

And a rose that is fading
I see a rose that is losing its vigor and nearing the end of its life cycle.

Roses whither away like the sunflower
Just as the sunflower wilts, the rose gradually declines, eventually withering away.

I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I long to face the daybreak and embrace a new beginning.

I am waiting for the day
I am patiently waiting for a new opportunity to arise.

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Silence descends on the street as midnight strikes.

Has the moon lost her memory?
I ponder if the moon has forgotten what it was chasing after in the past.

She is smiling alone in the lamplight
The moon is mirthful even though the people as well as the surroundings may not be.

The withered leaves collect at my feet
Fallen leaves that have dried and lifeless accumulate at my feet.

And the wind begins to moan
A mournful howl of the breeze echoes in the midst of the night.

Memory, all alone in the moonlight
In the gleaming radiance of the moon, I experience reminiscence by myself.

I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then
Thinking of my youthful days, I can beam with delight as those were not just wonderful days, but I was also at my best.

I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Recalling the time when I was completely delighted makes me realize what actual happiness feels like.

Let the memory live again
May my memories be rekindled and injected with the same emotions that I felt initially, allowing them to be alive again.

Every street lamp
Each street light on the lane.

Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
It appears that even mundane things like the streetlights send a foreboding message.

Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
I hear whispers from someone, and the light flickers briefly, resembling the sound of the spoken words.

And soon it will be morning
It won't be long before the darkness vanishes and the sun rises.

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I need to remain patient and wait for the sun to show itself during the daytime.

I must think of a new life
I need to envisage a new existence, one that does not include sorrow and regret.

And I mustn't give in when the dawn comes
I must not capitulate to my despair when the new day arrives.

Tonight will be a memory too
This night, which is passing away, will become a memory struck with time.

And a new day will begin
A new era will dawn, allowing me to seek the opportunities that await me.

Burnt out ends of smoky days
Remnants of smoky and sweltering yesterdays that have been exhausted.

The stale cold smell of morning
A pungent, chilly sensation that accompanies the start of a new day.

The street lamp dies, another night is over
The light on the street dies out, which means the long night has come to an end.

Another day is dawning
A new day is commencing, bringing with it a fresh series of possibilities.

Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
Lay your hand on me, knowing that it only takes a trivial reason to leave.

All alone with the memory
All by myself, with nothing but memories accompanying me.

Of my days in the sun if you touch me
By touching me, you would come to perceive the times that I was in a happy place, enjoying the sunshine.

You'll understand what happiness is
The memories will impart knowledge of what true happiness is like.

Look
Observe!

A new day has begun
The sun has risen, signifying a new day has surfaced.