Wednesday (~Good morning), no matter what the month or date is, it’s sunny
Light has a light blue scent
In the cat’s diary
The number of times it took a nap is written there
In the swing’s diary
The accelerations of today and dreams that fly off are written there
In the clock’s diary
The number of times a dear person gazed it is written there
If that’s so, in my lips’ diary
The number of times they called your name is written there
one two three four five and six…
Thursday (~Good morning), no matter what the month or date is, I have dreams
I wonder if the two of us are getting closer
In the sky’s diary
The moments when stars met are written there
In the curtain’s diary
The rumors on the wind about someone who kissed are written there
If it’s the rocket’s diary
Counting down on its fingers to the day of launch is being written there
Doing so, in my lips’ diary
I’m dreaming of the countdown with you
seven six five four three two one…
tu tu tu tu tu tu tu…
My diary is dreaming of kissing you…
Ps: this is a song.....
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