Remember that late night
While we were singing in the street.
The vague, indistinct light.
I felt myself light-harted, fit.
We left it far behind
To keep on walking through the past.
You're still deep in my mind.
I wish I had no thoughts at last.
I feel you're sick at heart.
You know I miss you very much.
We tried too long, too hard
To find our souls losing touch.
The street-lamp's dying light
Will fade away without heat.
Remember that late night
While we were singing in the street.