The wind washes my hair away. It tickles me a little. This world I'm looking at right now. This must be something of unlimited importance. Many are fighting to keep this happiness alive. Some things will be life-threatening. Of course there's some stuff there.

Ask future generations to entrust them with later and lead them in a better direction. There must be a future from which you can see it.

I saw a pair of men who raised a shopping bag. Maybe my husband. Recently, there has been a surge in this country.

I'm walking around with aprons and bickering. Guys work outside...... maybe they can't help but call such stereotypes a retro hobby.