It's all one flower.

Here's the main melody.

What the old man ran his fingers on the keyboard and spun out smoothly was a song that Amiela also knew well. Listen to the piano melody without words.

When the last sound dissolved in silence and disappeared, Oratorix heard unexpectedly.

"Mr. Amiella, too, do you know?

"Yes. This is, 'All One Flower', right?

"Yep. I was also surprised to hear about the investigation earlier, but she said it was a Summer Solstice Festival song with a completely different lyrics. It was done only seven hundred years ago. They say..."

I was told such a long time ago, as recently, that Amiella had eaten.

Kalindula turns a rugged face to Razornik.

"I understand why I was called. Unfortunately, I don't know why a certain rhythm melody has been diverted to a song on the centenary of the Republican transition"

"Did the composer who orchestrated explain that he composed it?

Kalindula closes her eyes to Sneg's inquiry and traces back distant memories.

Amiella's gaze was drawn to the name of the song written at the top of the score.

Tears of the Goddess - I don't know the notes, but I make my gaze run to the lyrics that line up under Otama Jakushi, thinking of the "All One Flower" melody.

... sounds perfect.

"... No, I don't recall being told anything in particular. They didn't say anything, so they assumed it was composed by the editor."

"So how about the lyrics?

Kalindula...... At the time, singer Niptra Neumae, who would have sung "All One Flower" if it had been peaceful, shook her neck to the side.

"My lyricist teacher died en route...... I've never seen this Summer Solstice Festival lyrics before"

Amiella turned again to the spectrum.

... You don't glorify God like a Kirkulus psalm.

For every distant old creation, the determined verse is more like an epic verse than a psalm or a hymn.

If I insist, is it a ground song?

Sad research and lyrics felt a little damp to sing on a lively summer solstice day.

"We asked you about the rhymes in the eastern part of the Ougali Mountains… a small village in the mountains. We're not in an air raid, so we'll sing."

"Mr. Niptra, you're going to hang out, aren't you?

Following Oratorix's description, Snegg confirms. When Grand Aunt Kalindula gave her consent, Snegg turned her face to Amiela.

"We also know" All One Flower "first, and we're looking for more lyrics on the Internet."

"Ah, yes. I know. Fa...... someone I know showed it to me. Uh... in the video"

Everyone at Amiela's mobile distributor Praether Massa was also thinking about continuing the lyrics as they traveled, but the words didn't come together and I haven't been able to write a single line yet.

"You can sing this song, too, Mr. Amiela. I'm part of the bakery choir in the example video."

Razornik added, clerics and musicians turned to surprise at the same time.

Amiela sends a gaze to Razornik to see what she intends to say.

Intelligence broke it off and suggested it without evil.

"Mr. Niptra and Mr. Oratorix, and I think it would be exciting if you could sing to her, too."

"No, you know, I, an amateur, with a professional singer. How murky."

Amiella hastily said no, but everyone else just looks sorry and shuts up.

Razornik said deliberately clapping his shoulders.

"Sure, your real job is being a sewer, not a singer. But this is how I got to meet my relatives, Mr. Niptra, after traveling in a truck and through every hard work I could do. That's the message that inspires the suffering people right now."

"Message?"

I don't know what Razornik is talking about.

Cleric Cruci muttered and explained to Cheng Cheng.

"Your very existence will be a very powerful message of hope for a reunion for those scattered in this war."

"The ingenuity of the song has nothing to do with it. It makes sense for you to sing with the niptors."

Another priest, Geemun, told me enthusiastically as well, and Amiela was increasingly perplexed.

Razornik folds up.

"I usually just ask you to say your name before you sing, but there are a small number of people, and let Mr. Amiela tell you just a little bit about the situation"

"Oh, that would be nice."

The pianist Sneigh nodded happily and the atmosphere that he couldn't refuse had hardened.

The big aunt listens in a whisper.

"Singing with me, don't...?

"Oh, no, I don't like it, but amateurs like this say..."

"No?"

"Not that I can't, but that I'm on a public wave..."

"You can say it. I recorded it at the refugee camp, it's all amateur songs, but I haven't heard any complaints from the radio station."

Razornik told me and I couldn't say no to it altogether.

... I was going to convert, but I'm still a little ready for my heart...

I couldn't tell you the real reason in front of the Fraxinus priesthood, and I was on my way. Carindura knows the circumstances, but instead of helping her, she takes the story in the direction of singing.

...... another lyric and they think it's ok because they've been singing?

As soon as that happened, as much as the lyrics to the song I'd been singing had changed, the thought arose that I might be strange to feel resistant to singing.

Two lyrics to one song.

That's all.

Besides, this lyric is a myth - an epic poem that just describes the historical facts of the Lake Lacus region, and no words at all come out to praise the gods.

... conversion... I'd like to start with this much, so are you telling me?

Peek softly at Kalindula. The great-aunt smiled when she met her eyes. As Amiela put her strength into her belly, stretched her spine and nodded, the great aunt nodded back and spoke to Lazolnik.

"When is the recording?

"It's a song we all know, and if I could record it today, I'd like to air it tonight..."

You're in a hurry, aren't you?

"There was a lot of reverberation, and the radio station expanded the time frame to produce two or three songs at a time, and I ran out of audio sources."

Razornik scratches his head and says if he can't record today, tonight's broadcast will be a previous reruns.

Oratorix also laughed with a troubled face.

"So today, other people are going to refugee camps."

All amateurs take time to practice and record, and you say you can't do that by the end of the day.

"Was it? If that's what you mean, do we... do we look like we can work hard?

"... because it's a song I know, maybe"

Carindura's question was answered without hesitation.

... I have magic, so I can't turn back now.

The clergyman, who saw the story had been told, opens his mouth.

"Back to earlier, this lyric is not something we grasp in the denomination. Since I call Master Fraxinus an“ oak, "I could only tell it was a relatively new poem."

"It looks like it was created independently in the village where Mr. Oratorix picked up the nursery rhymes. It's a little dreary lyrics, but the council of the Great Shrine said it was fine, so it's fine if you broadcast it."

Following the Geemun priest of the land people, the Krutch priest of the lake people captures it.

Sneg and Olatrix, Razornik, all voiced and thanked each other.

"Now, hurry up, but listen through once just to make sure."

Sneg turns back to the piano and exchanges his gaze with Oratorix. One breath down, the melody I knew well and the lyrics I heard for the first time sounded.