gross sobbing-week-old

0-week-old (Love-Week-Old)

My lonely weekend ends in the middle of the night. The new us
Have heat and smiles on our fingers - and songs and kisses in our ears - when we gently hug.

It was my immature heart that was scared.
The days always make my eyes sparkle - They're revolution's visitors.

I have already fallen in love with the world, and loved.
This is the first time I've been moved by living.
Your heartbeat can still rise - find what's confining you here,
And then the story will unfold.

Lonely person, I'll stroke your hair over and over and tell you
The surprise and confusion I felt when I knew love. Eventually meeting "smiles" by chance, I shed tears of emotion - it's a story for you.

I have already fallen in love with the world, and believed
Hope remains on the last page.
I don't care what day of the week it is anymore.
If that's the promise we've exchanged, it becomes so clear.

The reason why I was born, for sure, and continue to live - It's to be loved. That's what I feel.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. From Saturday to Sunday, too - farewell! I don't need you anymore!

Dear me from once upon a time:
Please, don't give up. Extend your hand and pick up the seeds of love.
Others will eventually cherish the world and expand it.
I'm starting to move towards a future containing both smiles and pain.