Villainess's Sweet Everyday

The ceiling hasn't been restored yet. I understood the beauty of the sun and the blue sky. I felt uncomfortable with the shaking of the bus and frowned. The bus keeps running and stops at the stop to spit out and swallow. Repeat that. Somewhat distorted. Strange apples, square apples... if the bus is an apple, I feel square.

It's square like a ring case, long like Castella, cool to touch, doesn't change its expression like a sober person, doesn't even have a pale love feeling, releases an exhaust gas smell, and people use it as a foot. Why should I be so tired considering the bus? I came to the boat in direct sunlight and a pleasant swing of the bus. Slowly, the lid of your eyes starts to fall down like a shutter. I'm in the garage.