| Song | What Now My Love ? |
| Artist | Frank Sinatra |
| Album | New York New York |
| 作曲 : Gilbert Bécaud | |
| 作词 : Carl Sigman | |
| What now my love? | |
| now that you left me | |
| How can I live, | |
| live through another day? | |
| Watching my dreams | |
| turned to ashes | |
| And my hopes | |
| turning to bits of clay | |
| Once I could see, | |
| once I could feel | |
| Now I am numb, | |
| I’ve become unreal | |
| I walk the night, without a goal | |
| Stripped off my heart, my soul | |
| What now my love? | |
| now that it’s over | |
| I feel the world | |
| it’s closing in on me | |
| Here come the stars, | |
| tumbling around me | |
| There's the sky, | |
| where that sea should be | |
| What now my love? | |
| now that you're gone | |
| I’d be a fool to go on and on | |
| No one would care, | |
| no one would cry | |
| If I should live | |
| if I should live or die | |
| What now my love? | |
| now there is nothing | |
| Only my last, my last good-bye | |
| Bye-bye | |
| What now my love, now there is nothing | |
| Only my last, my last good-bye |
| zuò qǔ : Gilbert Bé caud | |
| zuò cí : Carl Sigman | |
| What now my love? | |
| now that you left me | |
| How can I live, | |
| live through another day? | |
| Watching my dreams | |
| turned to ashes | |
| And my hopes | |
| turning to bits of clay | |
| Once I could see, | |
| once I could feel | |
| Now I am numb, | |
| I' ve become unreal | |
| I walk the night, without a goal | |
| Stripped off my heart, my soul | |
| What now my love? | |
| now that it' s over | |
| I feel the world | |
| it' s closing in on me | |
| Here come the stars, | |
| tumbling around me | |
| There' s the sky, | |
| where that sea should be | |
| What now my love? | |
| now that you' re gone | |
| I' d be a fool to go on and on | |
| No one would care, | |
| no one would cry | |
| If I should live | |
| if I should live or die | |
| What now my love? | |
| now there is nothing | |
| Only my last, my last goodbye | |
| Byebye | |
| What now my love, now there is nothing | |
| Only my last, my last goodbye |