It's all one flower.

I've had several experiences singing to this audience before.

But it's complicated when you think the majority of the people in the venue are Hidden Kirkurs.

... such a hanashi, so prestigious that Koto doesn't have to worry about being asked here.

Morph saw the guest seats again from a simple stage where he just lined up the crates.

From the top of the stage, visitors' faces can be seen well.

I decided to hold a ceremony at the container yard at the Oast Warehouse, and it was only about a week until the day. I didn't have time to tell you, but in front of the stage, unlike in the shopping compartment, it's the first time there's even a stand-up audience.

The president and his wife of the Oost Warehouse spoke out to their own employees and charities and passed them on from the charity to each temporary home in the city of Lyabina.

Roark's father also says the company stuck it on a bulletin board in one of the neighborhoods and turned in solidarity with someone in a work relationship.

Of course (of course), the starring Lyabina Civic Orchestra and local high school students would have told their family and friends and spread further from there.

... a lot of people, but the people of the lake, that's not much.

The Lyabina Civic Orchestra is about half the people of the lake.

Their families and relatives alone are likely to have quite a few people, but the green hair that looks like a guest seat can only count.

Morph gazed at the land folks of various hair colors while demonstrating national health gymnastics with live music from the orchestra.

It is the powerless people who wrap their mufflers around them and tremble. Even if I looked over, I knew there were many customers swollen in winter clothes.

The piano grandfather, a supporter of Senator Krapievnik, also participates in activities to make peace without the use of weapons.

Morph realized the possibility of not bringing his family to the "Hidden Kirkurs' Nest," which he knew would suck, if the goal was to enter the whole orchestra and investigate the star sign (servant) Ajito.

The general public in Lyabina, perhaps, has also noticed it thinly.

The funeral parlor's old man is the long-lived race of the people of the lake, but he had the opportunity to learn about the doctrine of Kirkulusism before half a century of civil unrest. If you're like an old man and you're a "wizard who knows what's in Kirkrush," it's not weird to notice.

... That's what you told DJ and his employee brother, the PLA in Persiek, about hiding Kirkurs, right?

Neither do the piano grandfathers nor the locals know where the branch of the Nemus Liberation Army is in the city of Ljabina.

Apparently there is, but instead of contacting the mobile broadcaster Praether Massa with care from the PLA, like the branch of the city of Myata, there is no contact with the people (one after the other).

... Too many Hidden Kirkurs, can't move or something?

Thoughting. But I could definitely make a move that my body completely remembered. The venue boils with great applause at the same time as the song and gymnastics are over.

The people in the guest seats, regardless of race or faith, all seem to enjoy themselves. Especially those older than the old man in Medvege, who speaks with a happy smile to the young man nearby.

"National Health Gymnastics, Demonstration was for everyone in the Travel Store"

When the moderator said it again, the applause grew louder.

"If you're in your late thirties or older, as I'm sure you remember, you just saw National Health Gymnastics was taught to children in schools across the former Lacus Lacrimalis Republic today, Lacrimalis and Artel"

Many times the adults filling the guest seats nod and narrow their eyes to nostalgia.

"Before half a century of civil unrest, in primary and secondary schools across the country, children lined up their desks in the same classroom and learned together, regardless of race, faith, or magic."

The young people look at the moderators in surprise.

There are no seniors in this crowd in the boulder with Senator Laquéus.

Many young people of powerless people will know for the first time.

Even at about the age of Medvege's old man, there are plenty of guys whose schools have burned in the battle of civil unrest and are no longer where to study.

"Today I told everyone who listened to the first song," The Holy Song of the Gods Medley, "until more than a hundred years ago, we were able to coexist in peace, with or without faith, magic, etc."

"Oh, you know what?"

Many people around them nod.

The voice of the young man in the front row, though never loud, also reached the onstage morph with clarity.

"Why, there has been a division, and how, can we restore peace? I hope the next song helped you think about it."

When the moderator changed his tone, the whisper of the guest seat subsided.

"Next is a song with a refugee girl's wish for peace poem on the same national health gymnastics song. At one time, even within the Republic of Nemoralis, it was busy on newspapers, so I know if you remember it. Now, listen up, it's" Let's Sing Together "in the National Health Gymnastics song."

A local high school student lined up a step low on the stage and put up a piece of paper with the lyrics written big.

"If you know the song, come with me"

Once again, when the host said the name of the song, only the sound of the piano played, not the whole orchestra.

I almost overheard it, but I can't resist the wax of failing on stage standing with Pina. Focus on the song now so you don't get the lyrics wrong.

The moderator's response to the story was not good, but when he sang, a clap arose from nobody. Even with the lyrics, I suddenly don't have the hassle to sing. Still, those who take part in it by clapping their hands look like fun.

The same was true this afternoon when the first weather forecast song I sang, "Find This Big Sky".

Nobody flies a jerk.

In the passenger aisle, Roark's father crouches down and waves. When Morph and I met eye to eye, I grinned and gave out my earlier gotten camera and started shooting the stage.

Morph was nervous about the bees, but he managed to finish singing without removing the sound.

A high school student gives the old man in work clothes a piece of lyrical paper at the edge of the stage and goes up the same steps as the Morphs travel store.

"It was early and it was the last song of the day. This song was also composed before half a century of civil unrest. The lyrics have been interrupted by half a century of civil unrest and are still incomplete"

The venue was bothered by the moderator's explanation.