Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Not here in the heart, but living with a pathetic, heterogeneous feeling of indifference. With the effect of air conditioning, it gradually gets cooler and cooler. Even the change makes sense, I think there is something hidden, and I can't find the answer and stumble. The view from the seat looked like a painting by a third-class painter who was lying and had no sharpness. It seems to be filled with colors, suitable for forcibly spinning around.

The number of passengers increases, parents with children strive to calm down and calm down their children, struggle, and write down in a notebook that still lacks mindset formation. By doing so, I dream of making my child a member of society grow up to cope with the flow in the world. Is it too much thought circuit to think like that?