The rails under the starlight are wet and silent.
Version 3.0 is like a gentle rain, quietly falling on my heart.
Aglaya, slowly coming from the eternal land,
with a cold call, like the intermittent sound of rain at night,
low and clear.
Those summons, cannot be treated,
like forgotten echoes, wandering alone on the battlefield,
wetting every inch of dry land.
The Big Black Tower is the lonely shadow wearing a witch’s hat,
her mark is like raindrops, falling gently,
spreading on the enemy’s body and exploding,
like thunder after rain, abrupt and loud,
stirring the silent air.
Memory is the hidden river in this rainy season,
the new destiny is like the turning of the season,
bringing reluctance and expectation.
It makes us look back and remember those scars that cannot be healed,
and also teaches us how to move forward in the wind and rain.
The tracks of the Star Dome Railway,
shining faintly in the rain,
and the sound of Treabar charging,
we silently look forward to a new journey.