Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I stretched my arms wide, left and right. It's just that this moment is so sweet. It's just that this moment is important. It's rare to come across such a mysterious situation.

Master Calcirast looks at this one with his eyes on it. I'm watching, but I might be sceptical about my sanity. The volume is increasing. But when it sticks to the ground rather than accumulate, it disappears, like the end of life, even though I say that I have tormented my life.

How about the difference between a snowy lifetime and a life? Wouldn't that bother you? Drinking by the vortex of thought, he raised his jaw and glanced at the blue sky, wondering if such a small being was also essential. I feel like the wind that makes the noise is sadly carving even on the waltz steps. Maybe a collection of all the smaller things is the essence of life.