It's all one flower.

"The last song of today's mini concert is" All One Flower, "and the Lord's Melody is the same as the first" Tears of the Goddess "I sang"

A bouquet of peace and an amiera, five girls, line up in a row on stage with a microphone with a small blue bouquet on their hands.

The cheerful exaltation of the guests' seats quietly drew on Archione's mouth.

Tygeta closest to the board of lyrics is indicated by the palm.

"This lyric was created up to the third line as the centenary of the Lacus Lacrimaris Republican transition"

"But after half a century of civil unrest, I couldn't finish it."

Asterope continues and replaces Electra.

"Since the beginning of the Devil's Asthma Gun War, we have begun to recruit to call for peace, and now we are so close to completion."

"The republican centennial song was originally to be sung by my great-aunt Niptra Neumae"

Amiella steps forward and stretches her chest.

Quiet whispers spread across the venue.

"Do you remember why Niptra Neumae, who was still running out at the time, was promoted to the big role?

The question of a girl who looks like a big singer fills the venue with confusion.

"My great-aunt Niptra Neumae is a scholarly sorcerer, but she married a Kirkurist and embodied national reconciliation."

Surprises and temptations completely different from the previous gymnastics run through the surrounding shopping districts from the venue.

Amiella raised her voice so that she could not beat the voices of those who grew louder and louder.

"We used to get along regardless of race, magic, or faith. Even now, those who want to live in peace and tranquillity, regardless of nationality, faith, or position."

"Not only are there suddenly war-torn nemoralis, but also lacrimalis, amitostigmas, and artels, who want peace."

Tygeta says, parents with unfinished lyrics walk around slowly on stage to show it.

"It's not just the people from the war countries. So many words have been gathered for peace, thanks to the cooperation of people from countries that are almost (mostly) unrelated to the distance. You can just share this song on SNS."

Archione looks around the venue separating words.

"The lyrics are published on Yourcast in the Traveler in Search of the Truth account. Write them in the comments section of the" Bouquet of Peace ”video and we'll be sure to look through them."

The Grom High School Brass Club rose simultaneously from a pipe chair on stage.

Let's stay together.

"And offer your prayers for peace in the temple"

The voices of the young people became one and struck the audience.

"If you prayed for peace, even for a moment on this return to the temple today, you would support the goddess for the many lives and temples lost in the war."

Amiella sends her gaze to the people she's with.

"Peaceful Lake Wind

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

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

One breath away, dozens of singers relax from the stage to the guest seats, from the guest seats to the shopping district, and to the blue skies of winter. The audience is nailed to an unaccompanied grand chorus. Looking back, more and more people stop on their feet.

It's so bad that the lyrics have to hum the undetermined part.

"Sad vows and dried up tears."

Let go of the weapon and walk

I will never go back to the days of sorrow the flames that surrounded the city... "

Parents who support lyrics on stage also join the song.

The bandmaster waves the baton toward the guest seat and sings from the corner where the parents gather. He's in the front row, too. The practice period falls apart, voices mixed with different singing abilities and qualities, sounding together to create one song.

"Sleep in peace, but keep your hands together..."

Amiella didn't think that high school students in the brass club would be able to sing this far in just three months.

Of course (of course), some children are not far from the temple attached choir, etc., and do not receive treble tones.

Still, voices that understand and agree with the heart of the song overlap into one and echo the hearts of those who listen. It takes some skill and singing skills, but more importantly, I found out that the heart resonates with the song.

The video of the Internet was also viewed by people living in distant foreign countries who had no knowledge of Hunan.

"Blue in the sky of Qing

The sunny wind of the clouds I dreamed of with my friends announces the end of the battle... "

... If the word makes sense to an Arthurian, it's more of a haz to pass on, isn't it?

Without the Internet censorship of the Government of the Republic of Artel and the obstruction of radio reception (jamming), how many people would have listened to and sympathized with the call for peace.

In the thirty years since secession and independence, the Republic of Nemoralis and the Republic of Artel were completely separated and their minds completely separated within the course of another path.

"Sad vows and dried up tears."

Atonement for sin. Walk.

We're going to walk together... "

The SNS writing and news site comments that Farkill showed me are as if wizards and nemoralists were saying something different than humans.

On the other hand, AM Sheriak's special programme, The Promise of Flowers, also reached parts of Artel territory, with many favourable reactions, mainly among young people.

There will be more treacherous singing in the guest seats, sounding together, and the event square will be one.

"... the morning when the road opens (Tomorrow)

Turn down the chain of hatred and sorrow.

Let's bloom together. One of these flowers. "

In great exaltation and unity, the song was over.

The applause occurs after a moment, gradually becoming louder. Everyone on the stage responds with a wave of applause that doesn't stop and bows repeatedly.

Turning back to the front, he looked at the youth in the front row. Amiella met small and looked around the entire venue.

Tourists walking around the mall don't know where they came from on the shores of Lake Lacus.

If only a few of the thousands of people who are here now, if they tell their family and friends when they return home, if they write about today on SNS, if they publish the video, that could be the seed for peace.

It will sprout with the hearts and minds of those who listened to the souvenir stories, saw the writing, and watched the video, and eventually blossom one wishing for peace.