On Monday, I wake up and yawn
On Tuesday, I open the window
On Wednesday, I exchange a kiss
On Thursday, I come to know love
On Friday, I lose it all
And on Saturday, I slumber again

These weekends just keep repeating, so what exactly would I have to worry about?
These days never seem to change; though there's another side of history

Once Upon a Time...
Long, long ago... that is a story from the distant past
It's quite mysterious, the first page of life
Right now, I am gazing upon this transparent world
Someone, please, wind the key, and make the gears of Sunday turn

Hidden in the background, there lies someone, pulling the strings of my fate
Baby Little Marionette

It's the 6th morning, and while I still have nothing
I can dance by myself; It doesn't bother me

Once upon a time...
Long, long ago.. just like in a fairytaile
Full of mysteries, and constantly growing; the story of life
Living, with my fingertips almost touching the world
Now, all I have are my transparent feelings

Everyone and anyone has somebody who loves them
Yet, where is the one who will love me?
Birthdays, anniversaries, and days of blessing all pass by week by week
But this is my own origin story

Once upon a time...
No, this is a story of the present
Quite mysterious, the first page of life
Right now, I am trapped in this transparent world
But you will wind the key and make the gears of Sunday turn