The way I used to walk alone, So do what I feel... This is my precious memories, oh... But it is true, I cry...oh! All of our dreams belong to you, It's not the truth, my heart never go away. Music for the "after hours", It's my "Last Dance", So I feel fine, the sound pressure. Dancing with crowd all night long, with a bright smile for everyone, so I can leave here with no regrets.