I wonder about your Sunday Monday morning
I'm curious about your Sunday and Monday mornings.
I want to fill your weekend, my weekend
I want to fill your weekend and my weekend.
I want to share my secret, your secret
I want to share my secret and your secret.
I feel anxious every day because of you
I feel uneasy every day because of you.
Time flows so slowly it's too much
Time is passing too slowly.
My short nails speak for my heart
My inner self has been replaced by my short fingernails.
Has the weekend ever been this longed for?
The weekend is so earnest.
I drew it several times even in my dreams
Even in my dreams, it happened several times.
My notebook is full of four words
My notebook is filled with your words.
Just imagining traveling with you
Traveling with you is just an imagination.
I even beat the Monday blues
They can all overcome my Monday sickness.
Ambiguous but not ambiguous
It's ambiguous yet not ambiguous.
As if we weren't strangers
It seems like there's no relationship at all, yet it also seems like there isn't.
Somewhere between weekdays and weekends
Just like between weekdays and weekends
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Monday to Sunday
We are now on Thursday
It is Thursday now.
I want to fill your weekend, my weekend
I want to fill your weekend and my weekend.
We are now on Thursday
It is Thursday now.