Star Dome Railway is a silent track,
Stretching in the night,
Stretching to the distance, stretching to the depths of dreams.
Aglaya, the daughter of ice,
Her summons are like winter flames,
Fragile, but burning the lines of memory.
The summons cannot be healed,
But they grow independently in the cold,
Like the forgotten past, whispering in the wind.
The big black tower, the shadow wearing a witch’s hat,
Her mark blooms flowers on the enemy,
The explosion is a silent revolution,
The cold explosion,
Breaking silence, awakening dreams.
The new destiny is called “memory”,
It is the light on the track, the poem in the dream,
Between ice crystals and shadows,
Softly singing a silent song.
Treabar’s stored value,
Like a distant light,
Illuminating the unknown road for travelers.
The Star Dome Railway,
In the cold universe,
A flower of memory blooms.