Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I associate a night train with the sound of a cooling bobo on the ceiling. Rip through the night and walk on the rails. Progress that is free everywhere and straightforward and confusing everywhere.

I think strongly that people have the colour of their souls. What color am I? Passionate red? Calm blue? Innocent pure white? Cruel pitch-black? A grand tour. There is something unreasonable about being swung around in such a day. An official holds the board and puts it on a piece of paper on the board. Looks like he's coaching. The woman who is exercising her abs says yes. Seems to have some good and bad ab exercises. I was stunned to see if there was such a service.