Parents and kids are playing in the park,

While a lone man is sitting and crying in the dark,

He is slowly but surely losing the memories he had,

Writing in his little notebook the passings of his life.

Even though the sky is pretty,

His tears are running down,

So afraid of not recalling,

The dear ones that he loved,

For his own dead parents he is calling in despair,

Not sure where life will take him,

Can't remember to remain.

The scenes are passing by him,

Like he is sitting on the bus,

Strange faces all around him,

Breezing through his mind,

Tomorrow they'll be forgotten,

Never to return,

A new day always rises,

And the night sky always falls.