User blog:Hanako Inoue/Falulu's full? story!

On Monday, I wake up and yawn; On Tuesday, I open the window. Come Wednesday, I exchange a kiss with someone; Come Thursday, I come to know love; On Friday, I lose it. And come Saturday, I sleep again.

Another weekend comes around again; what is there to worry about? The days never seem to change at all. But elsewhere lies a certain history...

Once Upon a Time... "Long, long ago," it's a story from far away, It's simply wondrous, the first page of the story of life. In the invisible world I'm gazing out from now, Won't someone wind my key and make the gears of Sunday turn?

The strings of fate are pulling on my back, controlling me, Baby Little Marionette

It's now the sixth morning, and since I feel as though I have nothing, I can dance by myself, and that doesn't matter to me.

Once Upon a Time... "Long, long ago," much like a fairytale, Mysteries spread out across the story of life. I live, unable to even brush my fingertips upon the world, And all I have now are my invisible emotions.

I am loved by anyone and everyone, But where is the person I love? Birthdays, anniversaries, days of blessing all pass me by a week at a time. This is the story of my own beginning.

Once Upon a Time... "Long ago," no, this is a story of the present. It's simply wondrous, the first page of the story of life. I am still locked away in the invisible world, But you'll wind my key and make the gears of Sunday turn.

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 ligten up my eyes What a long strived-for revolutionary!

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

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday If I wake up again, it'll be the Sunday we say goodbye I won't say it yet

Long, long ago, I was... Please, don't give up  Reach out your hand And pick up the seed of love

People will soon begin to Love the world and spread across it  They're beginning now to move Towards a future with both smiles and pain.

(Lyrics from PriPara Wiki!)