Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

From the sky, the sun burns the ground, burns it with burning eyes, like meat to eat. The air in the bus is clean and pleasant because there are no passengers.

A crowd is a bad way to say, but it reminds me of garbage that will be disposed of. It also feels like a verbal play. That's where the windows come in. There are people gathered at the supermarket. Fishing is a good result. People who bump into each other do sumo wrestling and bump into each other. That's how it looks.

The bus proceeds. Something stepped on it, and there was an upward and downward movement. Put on your seat belt in a hurry. Soldiers have no choice but to wear armor. The protective gear returns and hinders protection.