On the vast Star Dome Railway, Sunday is like a small and bright star.
His growth requires careful care and is inseparable from those ordinary but precious materials.
Fifteen pieces of thoughts, like soft dewdrops in the morning light, moisten his heart;
Fifteen pieces of impressions, like petals swaying in the wind, carry the fragrance of the years;
Fifteen pieces of broken mirrors of desire, are the flickering light and shadow in the depths of the heart, illuminating the way forward;
Sixty-five pieces of a chord illusion, like the music coming from afar, gentle and firm.
Three hundred and eighty thousand credit points are the power that silently accompanies this road.
The trace materials are like slabs of stone laid on the journey.
Twelve pieces of the same wish are the tacit voice of the companions;
Forty-one pieces of thoughts record every solid step;
Fifty-eight pieces of desire mirrors reflect the immortal ideal;
Fifty-six pieces of impression crystals tell the story of wind and rain.
Cloud notes, sky bars, and music from the sky are the rhythm of life.
Three million credit points are the accumulation and support of life.
Skill materials are every careful irrigation in growth.
The fragments of thoughts, cloud notes, and sky bars merge into a trickle, nourishing the power of Sunday.
The light cone “returns to the earth” is the softest destination in his heart.
Four cloud notes, twelve sky bars, fifteen music from the sky,
Twenty pieces of thoughts, twenty pieces of impression crystals, and fourteen pieces of desire mirrors,
gathered into his flying wings.
Treabar, like a warm river,
allows players to be protected tenderly for their efforts and move forward with peace of mind.
In the journey of this Star Dome Railway,
each material is a warm seed,
waiting to take root, sprout, and bloom into flowers belonging to Sunday.