The character of Sunday is like a slowly growing small tree,
which needs those inconspicuous but indispensable materials to slowly accumulate his strength.

Fifteen pieces of thoughts are like grass in the field, silently absorbing sunlight and dew;
Fifteen pieces of impressions are like leaves blown down by the autumn wind, carrying traces of stories;
Fifteen pieces of broken mirrors of desires are like the sound of broken rain outside the window at night, knocking deep into the soul;
Sixty-five pieces of a chord illusion are the ballads floating from afar, melodious, gentle and tenacious.
Three hundred and eighty thousand credit points are the drizzle that nourishes all of this, moistening things silently.

The materials of the traces are like the land under your feet, firmly supporting the foundation of growth.
The twelve remaining sounds of the same wish are the melodies sung by the companions;
Forty-one pieces of thoughts, fifty-eight pieces of desires, and fifty-six pieces of impressions are all fragmented and warm stories on this journey.
The notes in the clouds, the bars in the sky, and the music from the sky are like the birdsong in spring, crisp and pleasant.
Three million credit points are the nutrients accumulated silently.
Skill materials are like fertilizer and irrigation, and the fragments of thoughts, the notes in the clouds, and the bars in the sky,
let Sunday gradually grow into a towering tree.
The light cone “flying back to the earth” is the softest hometown in his heart,
and the accumulation of materials is his flying wings.
Treabar, like the old teahouse at the entrance of the village,
quietly guards this warmth and expectation for the players.
The growth of Sunday is a long and steady journey,
using the simplest materials to gather into the deepest power.