On the long track of Xingqiong Railway,
there is a name that gently calls out-Wan Di.
His growth, like a dream, slowly unfolds,
and we pick up the fragments scattered in the wind,
piece by piece, weave his story.

Fear, courage and glory are the precipitation of years
The flesh and blood crushed by fear are like the hidden wounds in the heart,
The chest torn by courage is the unyielding light.
The body baptized by glory is like the gentle sunshine in the morning light,
They are intertwined in the depths of time,
Achieved the body of Wan Di, and also achieved the silent strength.

The flame in the light cone, burning the hope of the future
The light called “Blood Fire, Burn the Road Ahead”,
Lights a lamp in the darkness,
We ignite it with fear and courage,
Let it dance in the night,
Become a warm and firm fire on the road ahead.

The pain of breakthrough is the price of growth
Every breakthrough is a painful transformation,
The signs of conflict emerge like undercurrents,
Tearing the old shackles in exchange for a wider world,
That is the price of growth,
And also the gift of life.

The traces are like poems, recording his footprints
Buli canine teeth, wolf poison saw teeth, moon crazy fangs,
They are the wilderness that Wan Di has stepped on,
They are the footprints he left in the wind.
Those materials are poems of time,
Singing softly in every silent night.

The light and shadow of storage, modern metaphor
In Treabar’s storage,
We see the light and shadow of modern life intertwined,
It is a temptation and a help,
As if in this fast-paced world,
We are all looking for a little warm support.

The cultivation of Wan Di is a gentle journey,
Picking up the scattered fragments,
In the light and shadow of the Star Dome Railway,
We watch together,
That dream that belongs to the future.