Sunday on the Star Dome Railway,
is a name floating in the night,
materials are scattered like stardust,
the fragments of thoughts, the remnants of impressions, the broken mirrors of desires,
are all shattered dreams under the moonlight.
Sixty-five illusions, synthesized into a silent song,
300,000 credit points, are silent footsteps in the night sky.
Traces materials are like a web woven by time,
the remnants of the same wishes, the notes of the clouds, the bars of the sky, the music from the sky,
are the veins of life, weaving the breath of Sunday.
Skill materials, fragments of thoughts,
swaying gently in the night wind,
the light cone “flying back to the earth”,
is the most gentle wings of the soul,
gently unfolding in silence.
Treabar is the flowing light,
guarding the trajectory of this dream,
allowing every star to shine in the dark.
Sunday’s growth is a silent poem, softly sung in the night sky of the Starry Sky Railway.