Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

A warm symbol blooms on the edge of the road. Burn flowers, people, and buildings into your heart that are the muscles of light flowing through your window. This kind of time is also noble. Life is only once. I want to live a moment without regret.

I was forced into reality by the rubbing sound of my armor. A soldier in the front seat is sniffing his nose. It sounds exactly like the arrival sound of the elevator. The season when pollen is ravaging the world. Even so, there aren't many seasons when pollen doesn't fly. Flowers, birds, less common sense.

Common sense is nothing in the first place. Who decided? A great man? Why shouldn't I go away from it? Depending on the country, there can be no convergence in terms of mourning the same thing as people or mourning different things.