Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I noticed him standing on his feet and lowered his hips to his seat. The softness of sitting on the chiffon cake. What a delusion. Do you want something sweet? I feel like a prisoner of soft drugs. The soldiers also sat in their original positions. It's a lousy bus. It has transformed into a time of trouble. Today is a dark day with regret. The bus runs like a slip. Today is a strange day, hot and cold. The sunlight coming through the window is like burning your skin with a frying pan. Weird day. It's distorted somewhere.

How many people have I seen since I got here? No one thinks it's unnatural. It's just me. Maybe this is part of a hint. The two of you will be concerned about the sudden absence. But I'm sorry, but I have to do this.