It's all one flower.

The generator started without any problems. A low, steady driving sound roars.

"Awellana! It's okay now! Thank you -!

Cruillo waved toward the library's front door.

The people of the lake wave back, commanding the water with powerful words. The membrane of water surrounding the truck drifted loosely through the universe, returning to the operator's hand.

Eight people, who waited and drank, were called out by the pharmacist of the people of the lake, and came out of the library.

"Mr. Morph, grab the record, come here for a second"

Cruillo called a boy soldier and went up to the carrier.

Check the output of the generator by entering the room behind the driver's seat. The green lamp shines vigorously on the control panel.

Turn on the record regenerator. I don't have a problem with this one.

I gently lifted the needle with my hand and pressed the play button. An empty turntable then begins to rotate. I made sure to go around at a constant speed and let it stop.

The truck's carrier shakes and a light footsteps close to it to stop.

Faced out of the small room, Morph took care of the record and looked up anxiously.

"This guy's gonna make a good move, too. Give me that."

Cruillo reaches out the door.

Boy soldiers don't move.

The rear of the carrier sank heavily and the footsteps sounded dodgy.

The two turn around at the same time. It's the driver's medvege.

"Oops, kid. Why are you standing there?

……

"What do you say, brother?

I don't mind any more than that to a boy soldier who doesn't respond, ask Cruillo.

"Well, it's something I've been using until recently, so it wasn't a problem."

"Right. Boy, you can listen to the record."

Medvege pounded the boy soldier on the shoulder.

Morph doesn't say anything just to look up to Medvege.

"Hmm? What's up, kid? You don't want to listen to the weather forecast song?

Boy soldier Morph shook his neck to the side and looked at Cruillo.

"Generators and regenerators work properly, so it's okay."

"... records, don't they go away?

"Gone?"

Medvege tilted his neck at the boy soldier Morph's inquiry.

Cruillo comes with a pin, laughs and answers.

"Records are not disposable. Well, if you listen to it tens of thousands of times, it'll be fine for a little while."

That's what they told me, and the boy soldier gave him the record.

Cruillo pulled out of his jacket with a hand he was used to and took a thin protective bag.

Gently put it on the turntable and press the play button.

The needle slowly dropped on the record that started spinning.

A diamond needle picks up a carved sound on the plate.

A familiar melody flowed through my ears from outside the small room.

Cruillo turns the knob and turns the volume up so that the generator can't beat the driving noise.

The familiar instrumental shivers the speaker in the corner of the carrier.

The noise echoed on the carrier and went out of the open door into the ruined city.

When Cruello left the small room, the other faces were gathered behind the truck.

Next came the piano version of the same song. Next came flute, guitar… and arrangement virgins by a single instrument flowed one after another.

Touch the first appearance of a familiar song, forget the cold and listen in.

Even as the string aftertaste disappeared, I stood up on the spot like I was hung by magic.

"Song...... hey"

Boy soldier Morph muttered potpourrily.

Cruillo returns to the back small room with a laugh and an answer.

"Aspect A is only instrumental. Now, I'm gonna turn you over. Just wait."

"Turn it over?"

"Records can record sounds on both the front and back."

Saying, Cruillo opened the regenerator's lid.

Remove the stopped record and flip with both hands on the edge (two) to avoid touching the plate surface. The B-side was set and the play button was pressed. A needle is lifted back to the stop position and loosens up and falls over the record that begins to rotate.

Cruillo closed the acrylic lid, seeing that he had started playing the sound again. The prelude begins with the usual instrument formation, with a woman's clear voice spinning out the song.

Downpouring over you.

There's light coming from the other side.

The power of life overflowing in the rings of a day that shines all over life.

I recognized the Ethereal Dome, and I looked into the sky with these eyes and predicted it.

The sky, the wind, the moon, the blue.

Stars whisper, clouds flow.

Your new light.

Let's move from yesterday to today.

In turn, the Yellow Way tours the season for a year.

Forecast the weather.

Spring glow peacefully in summer.

In winter dreams in Qiuqing

Rainbow Umbrella Flower Rainbow Bridge Crossed

Snow, deep frost, straight ahead.

The sky glows calmly and the moon shines.

The stars are sober, in the cloud dreams.

Rainbow Umbrella Flower Rainbow Bridge Crossed

Clear skies in rainbow seven

Everyone does not wander around and listen to its clear singing.

The everyday language of the land...... I can't put magic on the recordings sung in Hunan, but I couldn't move like I was imprisoned by the art of charm.

A stretched voice raises the scene of the words in a light rhythm.

About the Weather Lyrics, but for some reason it struck the hearts of the listeners.

The singing is over, and the aftertaste of the accompaniment disappears.

A sigh leaked out of no-one.

After a few seconds of silence, the flute's tone shook the still chilly spring morning.