I remember in the gardens of my youthnWe kissed the flowers to make them bloomnWe tell the time by the size of the moonnIn the gardens, the gardens of my youthnAnd in the past I walked alone at nightnSky full of fireflies to light my pathnNow it's brave I didn't mind the darknWhen I walked, I walked alone at nightnnThen the lantern make our faces hardnLike the king with a face of glassnThey stained? our voices till the moment is passednSince we learned to make our faces hardnNow I stand here alone and coldnThe roaming roads never led to hernI stand alone in the bones of our homesnStand alone, I stand alone and coldnnThe dream is dyingnnI remember in the gardens of my youthnI kissed the flowers to make them bloomnWe told the time by the size of the moonnIn the gardens, the gardens of my youth