When the people go, then my mind is crying
When the children leave,
And tearing the world with thee.
When the music plays in your fantasy
In the moonlight time
I remember the games of my life.

Now, how old are you, where is your harbour,
Have many things to do, open the door.
Yes, I live so [bad word]  without my lover
But tell me if the sky is blue, how old are you?

Memories of dreams, something out of date,
I saw the light of ray,
But remember the days of my life.
When the music plays in your fantasy
In the moonlight time
I remember the games of my life.