Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

In the tunnel, car noise echoes and annoys my ears. Shut up or call it ear damage. I hear a higher-pitched accelerator sound somewhere humble and I feel sorry for myself. An answer that doesn't make sense. Just a mundane episode of the day. A day that just goes on somehow without being explained.

Dreams. I sincerely hope so. I don't feel it's hard, but I'm going to feel terrible. I wonder where this road, which the three of us lean against, continues. The dump car passes by. I miss the way you dust up and scream.