Villainess's Sweet Everyday

I took my back to the chair, stretched out my hands high, inhaled my breath into my chest, and let go. Pathetic. The soldiers are continuing their investigation. I suggest that it should not even rain. It's an incident you can't help but call standby.

A bus that has been running since its inception, aiming for its destination without swallowing and melting people, rubbing the ground with tires, burning in the sun, eating fuel, and the more it is used, the more valuable the vehicle is, the more tired the driver is, and for no reason. I wonder how you consider an endless journey. We need to break the curse of today, hoping to be able to imagine things with a chair, escape the ruthlessness of the world, throw the burden of our hearts, and live with ease.