It's all one flower.

Stop in front of the Western Temple of the King's capital Lacrimaris and offer prayers to Panisea Uni Flora, goddess of the lake.

"Clouds and rain pour over the lake, moisturizing the earth.

The trees are green with wheat, and the river that runs through the earth returns to the lake.

It's all just one piece of water.

All those who embrace water in their bodies are compatriots of water beneath the rings of the sun.

Life of water, protection of water, all the edges to which water ties (eh).

We are all one water child.

Around the edge of the water.

The Kirkurs quietly waited for the prayers of the Fraxinus to end.

Many worshippers have visited since the early morning, and there are many people at the waterway dock. The majority of them were the people of the lake, whose pilgrims' green hair glowed brightly in the morning light and looked like meadows.

East of the temple is a place of prayer facing the bay.

A little to the south of it was the dock of a passenger ship connecting a foreign country to Lacrimaris, where several large magic machine ships had already docked. Pilgrims descend quietly from one of the ships that has just crossed the shore.

The clear air of autumn was spectacular, with a clear view of the East Temple carrying the morning sun and the city of Wang Du on the opposite bank of the bay.

"This way."

Follow the guide of the haulier Fiarluca, unlike a group of sunny faces heading to the temple.

It was the pure white magic machine ship that brought everyone from the mobile sales.

Only twenty minutes after sailing.

The sailors rush across the deck as they prepare to sail.

There was a hut with wheels beside the boarding tarap and the attendant stood correctly in his posture.

"I need you to check the tickets there before boarding."

"Thank you for everything, Mr. Fiarlka"

When manager Leno says, everyone also verbally conveys their thanks to the hauliers of the people of the lake.

"I won't see you again, so in the end, I couldn't give you the change, but you're fine."

"There's a song."

"Song?"

To Elantis' voice, Fiarlka tilts her neck.

"The haulier, he's got the same thing as Mr. Farkill, so you can see him whenever you record it, right?

Amana, an elementary school student, explained that she was not sure how tablet devices and the Internet worked.

said Elantis, Amana added.

"I have a song we all thought about together."

"The bakery and I said we'd get along, and we were on our way."

"Are you going to let me hear it?

"I don't have time..."

Carindura said Captain Solgnac would look out for the ticket shed.

"Just check your tickets first and get on board five minutes before sailing time."

There is no one else in front of this ship.

A line to Nemoralis Island rushes to the ticket shed with a large load. When he gave the attendant the voucher that Fiarluca had arranged for him, he gave the same explanation as Carindura.

Behind the Awellanas waiting confirmation, Carindura asks the two remaining.

"You guys composed the lyrics?

"No, you know, it's a re-song. Weather forecast, national health gymnastics and a centennial song…"

"Much, you're just a nostalgic song." Find this sky "was sung by me half a century before the civil unrest."

"What? Of that record?

Farkill voiced surprise at the story of needle Amiella and her great-aunt Kalindulla, and everyone waiting in turn turned as well.

"With that said, the name of the singer was written on the jacket."

"Niptra Neumae, eh? Is there two of us?

When Cruello muttered, the ticket clerk's man's eyes nailed to the two behind him.

KALINDURA - Singer Niptra Neumae waves small and answers the ticket clerk with a smile.

"This Co is my relative. Though I won't be on the ship today with your friend dropping me off..."

"Oh, oh, uh, just now, I heard you say, here, would you sing?

When the ticket clerk turned bright red to his ear and asked, Carindura looked up at the ship.

"But there's already time..."

"I'll hang up a bit!

The ticket clerk threw out his holding and ran up the boarding tarap.

Boy soldier Morph leaks a grunt and alternates between the ship and Kalindula.

The sailors who heard the attendants gathered on the side of the ship and waved simultaneously. Every face shines with an innocent yearning like a boy.

... you're no longer about to sail.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana had to laugh bitterly.

Amiella the needle seems sorry, but she doesn't say anything.

"That's a big popular mon."

"That's what it isn't. There have been fewer people listening to classics these days, so at the end of the day I've managed to outdo them by covering recent songs..."

Kalindulla asks Amana, glancing over her shoulder at Medvege, who rounds her eyes.

"What kind of lyrics did you turn into a re-song?

"I wrote it on paper, so wait a minute"

Amana unloaded her bag and pulled out the lyrics paper. The received Kalindula silently reads and looks around with Amana and the overlooked mobile distributor (Praethermassa).

"It was you guys... I listened to it in the video too, but I was impressed that it was well done"

Praised by the original singer, Amana, Pinatifida and Elantis, Farkill and Roark, mainly lyrics, laugh lightly.

"How many songs do you sing?

"There are three songs, but one of them is unfinished. That girl wants us to sing to her farewell greetings, but the sailors seem to want Mr. Carindura's solo.... What do you want to do?

Captain Solniak, who answered the haulier Fiarlka, asks the professional singer.

Kalindula waved at the ticket clerk and the captain-like man coming down the tarap and raised his voice.

"It depends on how long you wait."

The captain, who stepped down to the dock, smiles bitterly and approaches the singer.

"Good morning. I never thought I'd see you around here with that niptora neumae."

"Pleasure to meet you, Captain."

"It's a mild breeze today, and the passengers are all but one family member. We shouldn't be an hour late for boulders, but if it's enough or fifteen minutes, I'd like to ask you something."

"What am I going to do?

I wonder what happened to Awellana when I asked Carindura, who turned around.

Manager Leno answered immediately.

"How about Mr. Kalindulla's original song first, and then we change songs?

"Would that be a good idea?" Find This Big Sky "and the alternate song, National Health Gymnastics, is all of you because I don't know the lyrics, and the song for the centennial of the Republican Transition is, as it is, with you...... okay?

The story came together, and everyone put their bags next to the ticket shed and lined them up in a high or low order of voice. Soprano singer Niptra Neumae stands next to Amana, at the edge of a horizontal row.

The haulier Fiarlka and the captain, the ticket clerk, stood beside the cabin, and the sailor and the family of the passengers who were riding ahead, lined up on the side of the side of the boat, were also railed.