Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Try to be alert to the surroundings, look around, and understand the problem. As usual, nothing. Was it my fault? If so, how much should it be? Close the window and look out at the view. Lift and open the window. The pleasant wind touched his cheeks and the scent of the city swayed his nostrils, wrapped in the warmth of the warm people.

Are people who can see through the window aware of the anomaly of today's day? Time not to go, day not to end. Then, a woman smiled while reviewing her nose at the florist's shop. A happy expression. But when I look at everybody who is swallowed by the fear of today, I want to express my regrets. My present act can be called standby play.