Sunday, like the first dew in the morning, is crystal clear and bright,
and his story slowly unfolds in the vast Star Dome Railway.
Fifteen pieces of thought fragments, like tiny spots of light, gently sprinkled, lighting up the heart;
Fifteen pieces of impression fragments, are gentle memories, quietly waiting for every moment of growth;
Fifteen pieces of desire broken mirrors, reflecting his soft desire and firm belief.
Sixty-five pieces of a chord illusion, like a melody in the breeze, warm and melodious.
Three hundred and eighty thousand credit points are the care of a long stream, nourishing the buds of life.
The trace materials, like a string of gentle notes,
Twelve pieces of the same wish are the resonance of the soul;
Forty-one pieces of thought fragments are solid footprints;
Fifty-eight pieces of desire broken mirrors are the persistence of reluctance;
Fifty-six pieces of impression fragments are the warmth of years.
Notes in the clouds, bars in the sky, and music from the sky are the rhythm of life, bringing hope and strength. Three million credit points are silent protection. Skill materials are the irrigation of love. Thought fragments, notes in the clouds, and bars in the sky quietly nourish Sunday and help him grow stronger. The light cone “flying back to the earth” is the softest harbor in his heart. The materials nourish his wings like rain and dew, looking forward to soaring into the sky. Treabar is the gentle harbor, guarding every player who pursues his dreams. On the journey of the Star Dome Railway, it accompanies them through the wind and rain and welcomes the sunshine. The growth of Sunday is like a gentle flower, quietly blooming in time and exuding a faint fragrance.