Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

How gross is it today? He overtook the carriage while ringing his horn to alert the vehicle ahead. There is no way to know what will happen next. It was unnatural since the startup. It seems like it will be hard for the time being to do something about it. The brakes kind of increased suddenly. Ah, the road is getting narrower. Traffic volumes have not changed. My shoulders hurt because of my indifferent anxiety that it may be the same no matter where I go. Buses and roads, fate and nightmares, coincidence and inevitability. Blue sky, crowd noise, auspicious day. I mean, it's supposed to be an on-parade of fortunate elements. I wondered if the day could last forever. The day cannot end. In contrast, life quickly ends at the station. Which is better?