Sun is now on the top again
swallowing the rest of our memories,
protecting the remains of the day,
keeping all the moments,
keeping them all the way....down.
Hey, forget your pride
there is nothing left to say
nothing stronger, nothing deeper than 
melancholia in May.
Don't collapse, stand up to your sense, your life,
store them somewhere else,
keeping them away, breaking them apart,
they wouldn't be forever grey.
Memories..like fingerprints,
stamped across the world
and you know, neither one of them is needle in a hay,
there's nothing stronger, nothing deeper than
melancholia in May.