Sunday, this name in the virtual world of Star Dome Railway,
is like a silent struggle, accompanied by endless accumulation of materials.
Fifteen pieces of thought fragments are broken thoughts and dreams that are difficult to form;
Fifteen pieces of impression remnants are vague memories, ethereal and uncertain;
Fifteen pieces of broken mirrors of desires reflect the desire and anxiety deep in the heart.
Sixty-five pieces of a chord illusion, like a silent sad song, lingering low.
Three hundred and eighty thousand credit points are the weight of reality, pressing on the shoulders of the characters.
There is no shortcut on the road to growth,
Every breakthrough is accompanied by layers of material burden.
The trace materials are like shackles, binding his progress,
The legacy of the same wish, the notes of the clouds, and the bars of the sky are linked together,
Three million credit points are a heavy price and an unavoidable reality.
The accumulation of skills and materials is like endless labor.
Fragments of thoughts, notes in the clouds, and bars in the air are the mechanically repeated hammering.
The light cone “flies back to the earth” is a symbol of dreams,
but it also requires more efforts and more waiting.
Although Treabar is a bridge,
it cannot stop the thorns and heaviness on the road of growth.
The growth of Sunday is a silent struggle.
Every material is a heavy brick, building the wall of destiny.