Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I'm just walking into the dark clouds. How many times have we been through this tunnel? I feel like I went by playing with my friends when I was young. On a raucous afternoon, with a handbag, we were strolling around the city in a festive talk. Nothing, just keep the wind blowing, get on the road.

"You know what? Tunnels are magic."

"Oh, magic."

"Eh heh, that's right"

Um, what was ahead? Memories are vague. The outline is unclear, uncertain, and unclear. I was innocent back then. It's just that everything's funny and my mind plays.