Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

These misguided people also sing about each other's lives, stand on the serveboard with more grief and ride the waves with the best possible opening measures to manipulate the rough waves, pursue moments when the gospel of an angel is likely to be heard, without mourning for the floating life, honestly and honestly, as long as the energy source continues, as an ant confronting a giant, even creeping a special blow, because I feel that there is more and more waiting for a new world that I have yet to see ahead of me, so I even thrust its ecstasy crazy ravages until it pulls off the value of life. That's not bad either.