Girl's Week old

  • Our lonely weekends will be ended
    In the middle of the night
    And our new selves will emerge
    There's a certain heat and a smile in your fingertips
    And in your ears there's a song and a kiss
    As I give you a gentle hug

    That which I feared was my own immature heart
    The days always lighten up my eyes as I long for a revolution! 

    I have already fallen in love with this world I now cherish
    It's the first time I can feel truly alive
    You can still raise even higher until your heartbeat itself ceases
    Find your own significance and then your story will begin