原始歌词 (English)
When the last memory fades
When the last memory fades,
What will become of me then...
Like paints, the events will blend,
Once beloved will seem strangers faces,
And once vivid, dull will appear places.
The honeysuckle scent will be forgotten,
The sparkling gentle sea and its angry waves
Will all descend into the unknown space.
What will become of me then,
When the last memory fades...