Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Maybe it's a little war. Just some endless crap, our incident with less than adults.

The wind blows. I don't know why I blow it. Perhaps there is a reason for that in itself and a high percentage of people know it. Where does the wind go and where does it go?

I don't even have a sense of purpose, just remain, tasteless and dry present...... no, I'm sure I understand what needs to be done and am stepping forward to do so.

There's nothing meaningless about the world, so even the wind that just rocked my hair was worth it.