Hidden Moon Stream - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 She was the Brook Keeper, charged with lighting the water lilies in the stream each night. The work sounded romantic, but it was tedious. Three hundred and twelve lilies, each with its own temper: some feared the cold and had to be warmed in her palms before they would bloom; some were sleepyheads who had to be coaxed with whispers. Luka had done this for seventy years and never once complained. Lately, though, she had felt that the water had grown quieter than before. It was a subtle quiet, like a familiar song suddenly missing a single note. "Counting the lilies again?" The voice came from behind the tree, low and steady, like a drop of water falling into a deep well. Luka did not turn around, but the corner of her mouth curved upward all the same. "Three hundred and eleven," she said. "The smallest one on the east bank refuses to light tonight, again."