It's all one flower.

Yesterday's concert was a poor success.

The Lyabina Civic Orchestra rented the auditorium of the Municipal High School for a concert as part of a debriefing session on volunteering.

The venue was full and the stand-up was out. During the bundle, people listened forgetting the darkness of the phase and the harrowing reality.

"People who have been deprived of everything by the scourge of war need a lot of help. You can help people, not just by donating or volunteering, but also by living your normal life."

The audience tilts their necks at the words of the organizers and whispers to each other in a whisper with their neighbors.

The organizer continued the conversation, waiting for the question to disappear.

"You can have a home garden in a planting pot, or make a little sewing, woodworking, or treats. Please make something and turn the economy around a little bit. Every single deal is small, but if we all do it, it's a big force."

From the stage, I could see the people listening to it and nodding loudly. People who are still not pinned down gaze at the organizers with a strange face.

"There will be some things in the hands of those in need around. I know it's tough for the managers, but even part time an hour a day is fine. If you hire as many people as possible, for that matter, life will be stable and more helpful…"

"But it's just like that, you can't eat it."

A man with a broken hip gathers his gaze.

"In terms of income, of course, we won't talk about it, but it's important to stay connected."

"Are you looking for the hem?

A man's well-attended voice reaches the stage with the colour of reproach. The organizer responded with a voice through the microphone.

"That, too, would be nice, but you can't force it. It's important to give purpose to everyday life and not to isolate it."

"Is that what you say?"

The organizer affirms it. The number of those who nodded increased, and the faces of the people became brighter.

Lacueus dressed as an old lady clawed her harp with a small sound. It is the main melody of the unfinished song of national reconciliation.

"The people of the long-lived race, you know. Until only a hundred years ago, regardless of race or faith, we all lived in peace, the same, as the people of the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic."

All 20% of the audience pulled their jaws small.

The organizer puts it on the tone of the harp and speaks in a serene voice.

"You can just say hello in the morning. Please keep telling the people who have lost everything that you are never alone. Don't drive those who lead hard, lonely days to revenge."

The organizers cut the words and looked around at the guest seats.

A thousand and two hundred seats will be filled, and about a thousand and five hundred people will be included in the stand-up? Listening to Lacueus' harp dressed as an old woman, waiting for the next word.

"Together, let us break the chains of hatred and sorrow"

A fractured drink rocked the venue. In applause, the Lyabina Civic Orchestra plays an unfinished song orchestrated into a symphony.

"Peaceful Lake Wind

The island of Hiraki ushers in a new dawn... "

The audience's hands stopped when a woman from the school bought a caretaker for Laqueus and came out [singing (misosazai)] to sound a grand solo.

"Little island flowers shake in the morning sun in the lake (Umi) of Lacus"

Stop applauding and listen to the clear singing of the soprano, but there are no lyrics from there on ahead. People look at each other in a resounding scant.

Still, the moment the conductor lowered his hand, 10,000 thunder applause boiled.

Again, the organizers head to Mike.

"The song was created to mark the centenary of the republican transition, but half a century of civil unrest ended unfinished"

The applause weakens and becomes smaller as it was exposed to cold water. The organizers braced themselves, waiting for the neglected applause to stop.

"Now it's time for us to blossom together in peace so that this song is complete"

In Encore, the [singing] soprano sang the unfinished song again, only with the accompaniment of Lacueus.

At yesterday's concert, that was all Lacueus came up with. Playing as part of a symphony orchestra for decades, I even feel rejuvenated back in Halpator.

Admission fees were kept to one third of normal time, but considerable donations were collected and participation in volunteering increased marginally.

Lonely, hunted down minds can cut their own lives off with mundane things, even if they are unwilling to do so. A self-abandoned mind is easy to run for revenge as well.

Though far-fetched, there was only so much that could be done at the civic level to protect people's lives and stop the chain of violence.

It does not reach the hearts and minds of those who throw themselves into guerrilla activity, no matter how loudly they shout "peace" alone, in order to end the Great Book War and guide peace. On the contrary, it's like condemning them with a grand chorus of "peace". It can deepen loneliness and see Nemoralis society as an enemy.

... Now it's still there, reach out and it will reach.

Care, ingenuity, and multiple circles of support had to be widened to prevent that hand from being shaken away by a deeply wounded heart.

The hostile people of Artel do not even have the power to convey their voices.

Only a few articles in the Hunan Economic Newspaper give you a glimpse of how I am. Over there, a few people are crying out for peace, but air raids by the Artel army have resumed. Attacks have increased and intensified before, causing havoc in the cities of northwestern Nenia.