I came from the distant starlight,
Stepped on this endless track,
In the ocean of nothingness, looking for the name of a star,
It is called Sunday, with imaginary light,
Gently, like a bird that just woke up,
Singing the song of the morning light,
Let my heart be as gentle as the tide.

Sunday is a silent poem,
Hidden in the silent story of Penaconia,
He has no gorgeous clothes,
Only the sound of the wind blowing through the wheat fields,
And the reflection of the spring water.
I saw him, saw the transparent figure,
He walked through the corridor of time,
Turning all the noise into clouds and smoke,
Leaving only tranquility and depth.

I think of that night,
The Starry Sky Railway is like a winding river,
Carrying countless lost dreams,
Flowing to the distant void.
The shadow of Sunday,
Slightly swaying on the river,
Like an unfinished ballad,
Forever fixed on the edge of time.

And over there, is a name that burns like a flame – SP Tingyun.
She is a red heat wave,
the soul of the nine-tailed fox,
dancing in the wind of nothingness,
with the roar of fire and gentle light.
She is a burning storm,
setting off a sky full of sparks,
lighting up the cold night into a red dawn.

I saw her crossing the wasteland,
like a flame cutting through the sky,
bringing the excitement of life and eternal hope.
Her eyes hide the secrets of the mountains and rivers,
her footsteps crush the endless silence,
she is the most dazzling light in the boundless night.

On the Star Dome Railway,
these two stars look at each other quietly,
one is water, the other is fire,
one is quiet, the other is fierce.
They weave the trajectory of dreams in the void,
guiding me not to get lost in the darkness.

I know,
the hearts of the pioneers,
beating on this empty railway,
waiting, waiting for the light to come.
The wind of version 2.7 brought a message of hope.
Sunday and SP stopped the cloud,
like two rivers converging,
running towards the endless ocean.

And I,
in the interweaving of starlight and dreams,
found my destination,
that is faith,
that is courage,
on the railway of nothingness,
moving forward with light.

I am willing to be a traveler on that railway,
following these two stars,
igniting poetry in the dark,
scattering dreams in the wind.