Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

It would be a good idea to get on a coach made of iron, burn gasoline and move on, and share your time sitting in your seat.The signal changes and lights up blue. The bus begins to go as if it had been cut off.Like the water of a river that flows from upstream to downstream.In contrast, time stays there as if there is no way to flow.

At the bottom of my heart, a feeling like a starch accumulates in a dark, dull, soft bottle, steadily depriving me of my leeway.Today's jail is as powerful as ever, that is, it has the power to transcend knowledge and lightly reject what is challenging, and I feel like I can't compete with it.

"Maricana, you have a difficult face again. Smile."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey"