Broken, fragmented,
In the cracks of time,
Feng Jin and Sai Feier flashed in silence.
Feng Jin, wind,
Slowly penetrated at a speed,
Memory, thorns in the wind,
Dreams refracted by light cones,
Inch by inch, spreading, shrinking.
Sai Feier, quantum, nothingness,
Chasing in the shadows,
Marking, tearing,
Strengthening, reincarnation of rounds,
Endless superposition, endless superposition.
In the card pool,
Color reorganization,
Data weaved into new strange symbols,
The fragments of Meng Hua scattered,
The relics of time and space awaken the sleeping dark side.
Three point three version,
Incomplete future,
Fragments to be completed,
Hidden in the cracks of light and shadow,
Waiting for the gaze of players.
Gift pack superposition,
Reservation ceremony,
Reflection of exchange time,
Game of numbers and desires,
Blurred boundaries between reality and illusion.
Feng Jin’s speed is the melody,
Sai Fei’er’s pursuit is the rhythm,
In this disordered starry sky,
A broken poem is played.
Walking in it,
Do you see the hidden crack?
The light track deep in the crack,
Points to the unknown shore.