Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"Mr. Maricana, what are you so upset about? I'm leaving you."

"Ah, Mr. Maelia."

"What?"

"No, fine."

"It's weird."

It's your fault, isn't it? I'm sure. My heart spins glued like a axle like a tire. Anyway, my heart gets stuck. Looks like a hunch even daydreaming is going to erupt out of the chimney.

"Mr. Maelia, that?

"What, Mr. Maricana?

Um, maybe someone else. My heart rocks in an earthquake. I'm struck by sad reality. Confusion coming from illusions. Alas, I want to smash everything up, there's a slight difference. It's a dream.