Sunday, like a faint moonlight, quietly falls on the track of the Star Dome Railway,
His growth is silent and profound,
Like the unfinished sentences in the poem, slowly unfolding.
The materials for breakthrough are the fragments of the faint light in the night:
Fifteen pieces of thoughts, like silver dust gently falling under the moonlight,
Fifteen pieces of impressions, are the starlight reflected in the dark night,
Fifteen pieces of desires, like ripples on the lake, broken and beautiful.
Sixty-five pieces of illusions of a chord, are the hazy sound of the piano,
Touching the heartstrings and penetrating the silence.
Three hundred and eight thousand credit points, like the quietly flowing time,
Precipitating waiting and expectation.
The material of the traces is the whisper of the night,
Twelve pieces of the same wish echo in the silent valley,
Forty-one pieces of thoughts are like scattered dreams,
Fifty-eight pieces of broken mirrors of desire are the waves of the heart,
Fifty-six pieces of residual crystals of impressions reflect the past and the future.
Cloud notes, sky bars, and music from the sky,
are all silent music, playing the rhythm of growth.
Eight pieces of the footprints of fate are the footprints left under the moon,
Three million credit points are the promise of a long wait.
The material for skill upgrade is like a silent poem,
Fragments of thoughts, cloud notes, and sky bars,
Slowly stacked in the moonlight,
Music from the sky, the same wish, and the footprints of fate,
Like the twinkling stars in the night sky, guiding the direction.
The light cone “flight back to the earth” is the halo of the bright moon, four cloud notes, twelve air bars, fifteen celestial music, twenty thoughts, twenty impressions, fourteen desires, and thirty-eight thousand five hundred credits, as soft as moonlight, but firmly shining on him. Treabar is the harbor that lights up the lights for travelers, allowing every material to arrive smoothly, and making the wait no longer long. The growth of Sunday is a wait under the moonlight, shining in silence.