It's all one flower.

Carrier Fiarluca takes out the tablet terminal, waves one hand and signals. Amiela's great-aunt, Kalindula, responded and bowed and declared Kyou.

"Let's start with me, Niptra Neumae, the song is" Find This Big Sky, "a song from the National Radio Weather Forecast"

Clear singing sounds good just like this sky, trembling the morning atmosphere and riding in the wind.

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 in the sky.

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

Same, no, more overwhelming singing than I heard on the record.

The people who stayed together could not move after the cappella was sung.

One of the sailors claps back at me.

Other audiences also slapped their hands as they woke from their dreams, and loud applause boiled down.

The pharmacists (dull) Awellana and the others also clapped towards Kalindula, saying that the boy soldier Morph was "Neh's relative, wow. It's a normal song, but it's magical," makes my eyes shine.

Waiting for the applause to subside, manager Leno said.

"Then let's deliver the bread."

A line of mobile distributors Praethermissa turned to the ship where the applause would occur and sang the song of the guests.

I'll deliver it to you.

Freshly baked delicious bread.

Plump and plump bread makes a smile

Big truck. Happy loading. We're all going from city to city today.

Fabric pinch. Raise it. Fermenting now.

Finish the dough. I'm cooking it now.

Your new light.

Let's move from yesterday to today.

Hand-to-Hand Happy Split Everyone Lives a Day with a Smile

Big truck. Happy loading. We're going from city to city today.

Fabric pinch. Raise it. Fermenting now.

Finish the dough. I'm cooking it now.

We all share bread and be happy.

Bread is delicious. Share it.

Fabric pinch. Raise it. Fermenting now.

Finish the dough. I'm cooking it now.

Share the bread. Everybody smile.

Bread, plump, everybody. Happy.

Even the same melody sounds like a completely different song if the lyrics are different.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana listened to and compared the two songs as she sang her chest out loud, too.

The singing power of each person is awkward, but when the twelve singing voices come together and become one, another power seems to dwell in the song than Niptra Neumae.

Pharmacist Awellana sings up with an emotional gaze back at Fiarluca and the others looking at this one with surprised eyes.

Amateur songs were also sparingly applauded, and together they bowed deeply.

"Uh, at the end of the day, I only have lyrics on the way, but it's All One Flower. Hopefully, you'll all be glad to think about continuing the lyrics"

People on board face to face with the words of manager Leno.

Kalindula explains the face of "singer Niptra Neumae" to the ship.

"It was a project to commemorate the centenary of the transition of the Lacus Lacrimaris republican system, but half a century of civil unrest has begun and the lyrics are unfinished. I was going to sing when it was done."

The people on board sighed.

"We are looking for more lyrics on the internet. When you get a chance, go to Yourcast and write in the comments section of the video covered by" Bouquet of Peace ""

Fiarlka signaled and thirteen singing voices with the addition of Niptra Neumae rose high in the sky.

Peaceful lake breeze

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

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

Twelve voices blend together to be guided by [singing] scholarly singer Niptra Neumae and become one song.

The rest of the unfinished lyrics were sung up in a scat and the tranquility returned around.

Fiarlka strokes the tablet terminal and serves the bag, saying it out loud and clapping.

"Thanks for letting me listen to something good!

An unbreakable applause arose from the audience I returned.

Kalindula hails as singer Niptra Neumae and waves loudly. Everyone shook their hands.

Ballast water is drained and a large demon ship leaves the shore thirty minutes behind schedule. The screw spun the magic to power and the hull swirled quietly.

Shortly before climbing the boarding talap, each and every one of us leaving here exchanged a handshake and goodbye greeting to the needle Amiella, Farkill and Carindura. The muddy hand is still in the palm of the pharmacist Awellana.

Whether the hull is [impact-resistant] hung, it moves to slip through Lake Lacus and hardly (mostly) wobbles. The pure white Magic Ship, pointing north at the tip, increased its speed at once, whether it was trying to regain the delay in sailing.

A row of mobile distributors Praether Massa runs to (both) and waves back heavily to the three wavers on the shoreline.

"Good luck!

"Hey! Good luck!

The landscape flows, the shore quickly turns away, and the figure of a person becomes a bean grain. Everyone couldn't move out of the bay until they left the bay.

"It's windy here. Let's go inside."

Captain Solniak urged me to pick up my luggage with the thought of pulling my hair back.

In a hasty farewell that was rushed aboard and exchanged a word or two, I still have a faint sense of saying that Amiela and Farkill are not here.

Entering a cabin like the Great Hall, the table and chair were fixed to the floor. There are no other guests.

When we got to the four-man's seat and did two extra chairs, Amiela and Farkill's absence was visible.

If nothing happens, the ship says it will reach the port of Cravel on Nemoralis Island after noon.

Everyone turns to a booklet called "Guidelines for Returning Refugees," which was handed to them one by one in exchange for confirming their tickets.

Thin booklets, but small letters and flowcharts were surprisingly printed on each page to save paper. I doubt I'll be able to read them all by the time I arrive.

I can no longer afford to enjoy the view on the lake and I completely miss reading it.

The robust text of the bureau ceremony was too difficult for Juvenile Soldier Morph, Elementary School Amana and Elantis to put the booklet down early.

"If you fall, don't go out on the deck."

"Yeah. I'd love to be next to your brothers"

Amana cleaned out the booklet in her bag and took out her notebook and writing fixtures. Elantis peeked at the notebook and started writing as the two of us talked to each other about something.

"Hey, old man, what does that say?

"of the guy who evacuated to a foreign country and returned to Nemoralis... er... well, there's an immediate procedure or something on it to rebuild his life"

"Like what?"

"Well, wait. Er... what? Signing up for temporary housing, reissuing ID cards and deposit books, subsidizing medical bills, distributing food monkeys, mediating work, registering the nationality of babies born during evacuation, death certificates, inheritance... Yeah, well, whatever, all kinds of things."

"That's what it says there, you're gonna do it all?

Medvege laughed as the boy soldier Morph smiled.

"Ha-ha-ha! You're wacky. The kid's not born, and it doesn't matter because we're not bank ledgers. We're going back to the Autonomous Community, so we can't help but apply for temporary housing over here."

"So what does it say about the guy going back to the Autonomous Community?

"Ah? Wait a minute."

Medvege's thick finger turns the page and returns to the table of contents to check the items one line at a time.

Running his fingers to the end, the face raised from the booklet looks like a pigeon ate a bean cannon.

"Hey."

"What? Why?

"Because the Autonomous Communities have not been attacked by air and are not the subject of this booklet"

Captain Solniak smiled bitterly.

"Then why is the captain reading?

"I was checking to see how many days it would take for them to settle into temporary housing, etc."

If the ship still operates regularly to Nenia Island, three of the Star Road Prostitutes can move quickly.

He told me we could stay in the truck until we found where the Roarks lived. Captain Solgnac was reading to schedule a departure.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana lost his mind to Captain Solgnac's "breadth of field where he could look at the whole thing and plan ahead".

... I'm so full of myself.

Awellana is the long-lived race of the people of the lake, who live longer than Captain Solgnac, but long after we started acting together, he came to the captain with various judgments, like a little girl as he seemed.

I wonder why Captain Solniak, a powerless people and a perennial race, can think and move so much for others, and where that margin comes from.

The pharmacist Awellana remembered that the wall clock was in sight and there was no time.

Return your gaze to the booklet and read the items of the various procedures.

A Returning Refugee Centre has been set up near the port of Cravel, where they are able to conduct general procedures. This booklet is also published by the Center.

There was also a temporary outpost at the main bank, which said that the reissue of the ledger could be done in as little as twenty days, and Awellana was horrified.

[White One-Winged] and [Blue One-Winged] spelldoctors reside and are treated fairly cheaply with the aid of the state.

... while you let me work here, shall I look for my brothers?

"Whoa? We're all good, aren't we? He said he'd manage to stay at the center until he decided where to live."

"Well, nothing, I don't need a truck..."

Medvege looks happy, but Juvenile Soldier Morph seems unhappy for some reason.

Roark smiles at Medvege.

"So, Mr. Medvege and the others can go home as soon as they have a ship flight."

"Right. I don't feel comfortable."

The cabin quieted back to Medvege's smudged voice.

Other than the wind incisions flowing through the windows, I can't even hear my breath.

The journey from February this year to now (Minori) is revived and my chest is clogged.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana mourned his father and his home in front of him in the terror of their star Way Brave Army, his sister was missing, and his brothers' fishing boat, which was in operation on Lake Lacus at the time, also did not know where he had gone.

An air raid by the Artel Lanista coalition burned down his hometown of Zerneau and fled to Lacrimalis territory, but was chased by the Warcraft to the island of Lanterna, Artel territory.

To survive, he even backed the same Nemoralist militant guerrillas as the terrorists.

Things have gone too far in the last six months or so.

My heart is noisy and even vanilla tea is restless until I know if my family is safe or not.

If the restrictions on entry are not lifted, we will not be able to return to our home city of Zerneau either.

If the war doesn't end, there must be hard things ahead.

... towards each purpose, we just split the destinations, and nothing's finished yet.

Awellana exhaled the heavy air accumulated in her chest and glanced at the continuation of the booklet.