Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Oh, fountain. Beautiful. Sprayed water, looks comfortable. I sat down on the white bench there. Because I just didn't want to, I wanted to feel the passage of time. Sure it may be pointless, but it contains some hidden factor in itself... I felt that way.

God dwells in ruthless times, just that he may be smiling at me this way. I left my body on my back and moved my gaze to heaven. Just flowing white cotton confectionery. I just disappear, I mourn, I can't even feel it, I just, like, keep the wind blowing, I feel like it.