Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The wind blows, he shows himself out of nowhere, he hangs out and disappears, he pokes angry hair at the uncertainty of existence, he roars, he rises high above heaven, he dances gracefully, he lightens the lower realm, and he pours down a raw warm gaze, as if he despises even the humble.

The aftermath of the accident causes others to sprout a blatant fear, spraying water and fertilizer, smiling back somewhere innocently, somewhere creepy, like a seedling tree that grows quickly, pleasure knife indiscriminately, and glorifying the dignity of life. Keep whining.