Oh those summer nights when the world seams beautuful when everything is beautiful! The old man with a smile walking in the moonlight, with every step he takes he ewokes the old memories.
With each step he remember something new.
The first drunk night, the first escape from home, the first kiss, the first time he smoked weed, the first time he felt happy, the first time he found his friend.
The first time he lost some of them, the first time when he jelled on the street, the first time he peed on the street, the time when he was young and when he hold the world in his tinny hands.
The first time he hugged his friend and called him his friend!
The time when he realized that sadness and depression are not controlling him, the time he realized he wanted to be happy, the time he left the life and go to life another life.
The time he with a smile started another life, the time he got back. Made new steps, ewoke the memories looked in the face the past and hugged it. With a smile old man was running on the street.
With a smile he looked at his very old friend. The moon. He took of the hat and saluted her. The lady of the night. The mistress he loved. And then he walked away.
He was happy because he has something to remember and smile about now in the old days of his life. He does not regret about anything.