It's all one flower.

The poet Lucy Renui takes a seat and walks over to the whiteboard. The pen leaped and the lyrics were written out in a streamlined brush.

Sleep in peace. Put your hands together.

Comrades who went for the same morning. Right here.

"The original song...... the fostering of the village of Assaite is the ground song of the gods"

Lucy Renui, who finished writing new lyrics, looks back and stretches her spine by showing her whiteboard with a pen.

Senator Laqueus evoked the same melodic part of the liturgical song "Tears of the Goddess".

Sleep in peace. Put your hands together.

Same blossoming friend, here.

"Much blood and tears have been shed between the Nemoralists and the Arters by this war of demonic asthma cannons. So soon you won't be able to go back to your good neighbors and friends."

Reality is poked at by the calm voice of the poet, with heads of various colors shaking vertically.

It is easy (yawning) to line up Chiraigoto with "water everything from the past and be friends" and so on just by mouth. But it's something that kids can see how difficult it can be to completely liquidate the past and cut people off and forge new relationships.

"Sadly, to call for peace… it is almost impossible to build friendship before the end of the war"

"Be at peace, live calmly, and people feel bright… it is from then on that we move towards the future"

Sneigh and Oratorix of the Lyabina Civic Orchestra and two veteran musicians who spent half a century in a period of civil unrest squeezed words out of the back of their chests.

The poet Lucy Renoui spreads a smile to get my will.

"Yes, that's what I thought too, and I changed this place to“ comrade ”instead of the original“ friend ”. The same… people who wait for the“ morning ”of peace and aspire to dawn are present in Nemoralis, in Artel and in other countries."

Singers displaced from the Artel Republic, Archione and Tygeta nod cocklessly.

He is not in this seat, and Senator Laquéus knows neither his face nor his name, but the carriers Fiarlka and the companions of intelligence agent Razornik are the Arthurians and Barbatum.

Even if the opponent is an "Arthurian who wants peace," it will be difficult for a Nemoralist who has been deprived of everything but his own life to become a friend before the end of the war.

Avoiding them from wanting to build any relationship with them until the wounds of their hearts, which have been burned down by Artel's bombers and have experienced irrevocable loss, have healed somewhat, is what we call human beings.

"You're a comrade who aspires to the same dawn of peace."

Niptra Neumae's clear voice language vague thoughts.

I hold her statement in my chest and read back the draft lyrics written out on the whiteboard.

"Sleep in peace, but keep your hands together.

Comrades for the same morning. Here... "

Archione sang and tilted his neck.

"Comrade, it's a little hard to sing because the number of sounds doesn't match."

The other singers sing aloud. Lucy Renui herself rolled the words (words) in her mouth. Senator Laqueus speaks words (words) in his head and plays the harp with his fingernails.

"… is complete. Let's just say" yes. "

No objections were raised to the poet's change.

"Now let's think about the blanks a while ago"

Sneg plays the piano through from the start.

Senator Laqueus ran his eyes on a proposal to fill the void that followed “the flowers shake in the morning sun”.

In the original nursery song "Tears of the Goddess," it's “caged in this prayer bead (sometimes) in this lifeless water."

Proposal recruited by the Nemoralis Building Industry Association from the Nemoralis through a picture book.

The wishes of the people of the city well (Shisei) gathered by the mobile broadcaster Praetelmisa in the cities and villages to which they are going.

The prayers of Nemoralis refugees heard by comrades operating in Amitostigma in refugee camps.

Many words (phrases) received by Congressman Krapifnik and Niptra Neumae in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

The voice of the world that Farkill boys and bouquets of peace recruited on the Internet.

Countless minds spelled words (words) in peace.

"This part is the will of the Fluxinus gods."

Congressman Laqueus, who differs in faith, utters what he realizes.

Niptra Neumae sang as she whispered.

Caged in this prayer bead (occasionally)

In this lifeless water.

"... right. Like the Goddess's own determination."

The two girls, whom the Fraxinus had immediately given their consent and who had come to abandon the faith of Kirkrus, also nodded slightly late.

Find out which of the many words (words) sent to you is likely to be your will.

... No, but maybe we shouldn't stick to the will too much.

Rep. Laqueus reconsidered that "All One Flower" and "Tears of the Goddess" were another song and raised his face to withdraw his remarks. At the same time, the Farkill boy raises his hand small.

"Did you come up with any good ideas?

The poet Lucy Renoui asks, turning the whiteboard upside down.

"Right now, I was looking in order at images that captured handwritten notes in a scanner, not a summary, and there's something intense about it."

"Which one?"

Senator Krapievnik, who sat next to the boy, peeked at the laptop screen and put on a tablet terminal to store the same data.

"Uh... this is what you said there were too many typos to put in the summary, right?

"Yes, but do you think I know how you feel?"

Farkil boy holds his head in jerkiness.

Senator Krapiefnik took a seat and showed the poet Lucy Renoui the screen of the terminal.

"This is..."

The poet solidified as if he had been shot by lightning.

The gaze sucks onto the small screen in Senator Krapievnik's hand and doesn't move.

Tygeta also stood and peered at the laptop.

"Yep...? It's dirty...... Mr. Farkill, could you decipher this?

"I can't. But somehow I feel like I know what I'm trying to say, don't you?

"Uh-huh... eh...?

Tygeta looked at the screen with her glasses back on, but her face just got more confused.

"If I say it, it's going to mean something different, and I can't say it well."

The poet moves and books on the whiteboard.

If this wish is to come true.

"But too, here's the thing... taking harsh words like a suicide note... no, but this heart... no, I was wondering what it was like for a boulder..."

The poet turned around and whined about something more, but suddenly, he corrected his posture and apologized with him.

"Excuse me, but I added," Your smile is still on my chest. "Please take it down for a while."

"In the meantime, we'll work out the words."

In a word by Niptra Neumae, it was decided that today's lyrical conference would be over.

Participants take notes and place “Your smile is still on this chest” on hold.

The poet wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"It helps."

The content of the words that you said with a smile was also carried over the next time.