Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

When I put my hand on the window, I felt a twist and a slight sway, imagining the roughness of the ground, and I could see it from the cold, like a mirror reflecting human nature. Heart is sad.

I was distressed that it was a meaningless act from the point of no change even to grasp the current situation. The windows that cut out the scenery also lost some swiftness, and seemed to be just holding a paper play, so I was losing interest. It evoked suspicion that the fuel-burning bus would move on with its face for some reason. If even the presence that kicks and advances this ground is moving with some sort of speculation... The neighboring soldier's snoring was like beating up a young man's fights and he couldn't concentrate, so he couldn't help but be angry.