It's all one flower.

At the edge of a simple stage with wooden boxes, the moderator explains the song.

It's about the same old radio grandma Jorch says on the live public broadcast of mobile broadcaster Praether Missa.

The audience gathered at the container yard at the Oast Warehouse whispered to each other with a surprised face, and a small overlapping voice deflected the venue like a leaf rub.

The moderator continues the conversation without concern, passing the microphone to the Cipinato representative of the Lyabina Civil Orchestra, the conductor.

"Thank you for bringing us today to the charitable concert of the Lyabina Civic Orchestra and the Municipal Lyabina High School Choir, as well as the Travel Store"

A round of applause arose from the guest seat, and the band leader responded with one hand up.

"Despite the short notice period, we are very grateful to you for gathering so many people, together and at the same time surprisingly"

The applause grew even louder when the chief of the Cipinato Orchestra bowed deeply.

As a result of the discussion, the same song "Tears of the Goddess" did not sing, and the introduction became nasty.

The Lyabina Civil Orchestra continued to play "All One Flower" shortly after the Battle of the Demonic Asthma Cannon War, and not long before the Nemus Liberation Army had a coup, the "Tears of the Goddess" of the rhyme was also played together.

I don't know how many charitable concerts I've had, but now the guests gathered at the container yard at the Oast Warehouse have all heard the explanation on their faces like it's the first time.

"The" All One Flower "you're about to sing is an unfinished song, as you mentioned earlier. I hope you all think about continuing the lyrics. And please let our orchestra or the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association know"

When the chief of the Cipinato orchestra returned the microphone, the moderator put the microphone on the stand, saying again the destination of the two organizations and the name of the song.

The band leader turns back to the orchestra and shakes up the white conductor stick.

When Grandpa's piano played the prelude braided for chorus without starch, violin and flute were added to the smooth tone.

Peaceful lake breeze

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

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

At the same time as singing, all the instruments are added and overwhelmed by the heavy sound force they suffer from behind them.

Almost the same combination as the usual record, but the sound of live music echoed not only in my ears, but throughout my body.

The tone of each instrument and the voice of the singer are completely different from each other, but they sing the same song together (I guess) and melt into one.

"If this wish is to come true,

I'm not sparing this life. "

Your smile is still on my chest.

Depending on the type of instrument, I noticed that there were places to play and places not to play, and there was a division of roles.

The songs too, the morphs all sing the same pitch, but the local high school students sing in four sets in four pitches.

Instruments with different tones and singing with different pitches are connected by the same words (phrases) as one score and become one song.

Sad vows and dried up tears.

Let go of the weapon and walk

I'll never go back. Sorrow days, flames wrapped around the city.

The Lyabina Civic Orchestra has a variety of instruments, but also colours of hair, including the green of the people of the lake, including gold, earth, red and black. The grandfather of the piano is white, and we do not know whether he is a land people or a lake people.

The outfit is falling apart. Some people have the power to wear light clothes and cheerful faces, while others have no power to wear these winter clothes.

Sleep in peace. Put your hands together.

Comrades who wanted to be here the same morning.

He won't be in the Lyabina Civic Orchestra, but some of the high school students might be hidden Kirkuls like Roark.

At least, Morphs, three of the star roads brave army, powerless people and Kirkurs.

Blue in the sky of Qing

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

Race, ethnicity, faith, age, gender, magic or not, education, origin, current job… If a large number of people with everything different have the same words (words) as a single score, they can be one in a song.

Sad vows and dried up tears.

Atonement for sin. Walk.

We're going to walk together...

Morph didn't know how this was possible and wondered, but he didn't feel bad. More than that, I'm worried that I'll be able to walk away and make amends for my sins.

The part where the lyrics are still undecided is a little later. I don't care if I have to delude myself with humming.

... Morning when the road opens (Tomorrow)

Turn down the chain of hatred and sorrow.

Let's bloom together. One of these flowers.

Sing out the words (the phrase) in a strange aurora, and the song ends.

I also forgot the presence of the audience and sang it up obsessively.

The tranquil guest seats like no one is present boil back with applause as the instrument's aftertaste disappears. Roark's father, who crouched in the aisle, also stood up and applauded.

As far as I can see, it's a nice smile.

Under the thin blue cold sky before sunset, on a grey asphalt, bright as flowers blossomed only here.

The chief of the Cipinato regiment and the chief of the choir bowed profoundly before him.

Everyone else follows the two of them, and Morph rushes to keep his head down with pepper.

In an uncalled applause, the moderator mentioned the name of the song and repeated the matter of the lyrics call.

Somewhere, I could hear him tailing low and high like a howl. If it's the same as when you were in the Ristover Autonomous Region, it's the factory's closing siren. It wasn't a place I could say I miss. Yet it hurt like the back of my chest was strangled all the time.

The sun tilts, the colour of the shadows diminishes and the cold increases.

The audience applauded with regret.

The president and his wife of the Oost Warehouse rise to the stage of the crate.

The applause stopped when Madam President waved a flicker at the guest table.

"Thank you very much for coming to the charity concert today in the harsh cold. It's been a long time since we've had music that isn't a military song, have you enjoyed it?

When the president said, colorful heads shook vertically in the guest seat.

"It is a great honor to help the citizens of Lyabina and those who have taken refuge in the area in a moment of pleasure, with a small amount of strength."

The president's hindsight in closing remarks in front of a large audience is a hutu old man, no matter how he sees it. He didn't look like a lousy guy who put a Nemus Liberation Army on him and let him attack the Ristover Autonomous Region.

"As it was in the lyrics, I will not try to hope that every citizen who wants peace will come out of wisdom, that the light of wisdom will pay for the darkness of war, so that peace can be restored as soon as possible"

When the president returned the microphone to the moderator, a huge applause came from the stage as well as from the guest seat.

"Greetings provided you with venue of the day, he was the CEO of Aust Warehouse Corporation. With that in mind, the charitable concert will be open. The merchandiser has thirty minutes left. Make sure you buy one for today's memories"

As the stars bowed one more time and raised their faces, they could see the guests pulling up under the high lights.