Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

There was a root to swing the fishing rod. It's like a weapon, sifting with a sword, but the people around it look like smoke. I wonder if the distance of mind is far away.

Turn your gaze forward and run your eyes towards the back of the front chair. Red chair. There is a net at the bottom and there are several vomiting bags in it. I can't come because of my drunken nature. But I'm going to be traveling for a long time, so if I get stuck, I'm going to be helpful if I'm forced to die tomorrow.

Push your right foot down onto the foot and place your feet on the table. My feet feel a little lighter. Okay, what do we do now? We have to go where we can for now. I think it will help us to understand the distorted world, although the range of travel by bus is limited.