I stepped onto the Star Dome Railway,
The cold track extended into the endless darkness,
Aglaya, she is the daughter of ice,
In the eternal wind, she summoned the souls that could not be healed,
Those summoned objects, like the silent boulders under the glaciers,
Heavy, cold, but indestructible.
The big black tower wears a witch’s hat,
Her mark is the symbol of the starry sky,
Exploding like a meteor across the night sky,
Burning in silence,
Ignite the heart of darkness.
Memory, this new destiny,
Is the ripple of the river of time,
We are all drifting water drops,
Carrying the temperature of the past,
Looking for light in the cold.
Treabar’s stored value,
Like a lamp,
Illuminating the future for travelers in the dark night.
Star Dome Railway,
Is the poem of ice,
Is the river of memory,
Flowing in the boundless universe.