Sunday, this name gently floats in the sky of Star Dome Railway,
His growth is like a quietly flowing stream,
Gathering the trickles of countless materials,
Condensing strength and hope bit by bit.

Fifteen pieces of thought fragments, like soft mud on the shore,
Carrying the initial thoughts and dreams of the characters;
Fifteen pieces of impression crystals, like leaves swaying gently in the breeze,
Recording the traces of the past;
Fifteen pieces of desire broken mirrors, like tiny ripples on the lake,
Reflecting the desire and persistence deep in the heart.
Sixty-five pieces of a chord illusion, like a melodious song under the night sky,
Inspiring Sunday to keep moving forward.
Three hundred and eighty thousand credit points, are the silently flowing river,
Nourishing every inch of land for growth.

The trace materials are the footprints of his growth.
The twelve echoes of the same wish are the resonance of tacit understanding between companions;
The forty-one fragments of thoughts are the solid steps he took step by step;
The fifty-eight fragments of desire are his perseverance;
The fifty-six fragments of impressions are the traces engraved by the years.
The notes in the clouds, the bars in the sky, and the music from the sky are the rhythm and rhythm of his life.
Three million credit points are the endless power.
The accumulation of skill materials is the delicate care of his growth.
The fragments of thoughts, the notes in the clouds, and the bars in the sky are like the warm spring breeze, blowing his wings gently.
The light cone “flying back to the earth” is his inner destination.
The accumulation of materials is his preparation for flying high.
Treabar provides players with stable support,
making the accumulation of materials no longer a burden,
but a gentle waiting and growth.
The growth of Sunday is a story that flows quietly,
and finally shines in delicacy and persistence.