At dawn, she hummed her way down the hill. The light golden hair swung in the wind, shining under the morning sun.
– Daybreak Sound
She was from the wind and travelled far, like a swirl of golden sand. A free spirit longs for an endless journey.
She travels between seven nations, chasing the epic pages. The precious muse inspires her to sing all her life.
– Epic Volumes
Gold and silver can't buy her, and the power can't tame her. She sang the buried story of legends and freedom.
– Legendary Anthem
She has come and gone many times. The wind sent her away, and the end also the start. Everywhere a far-off place.
– Traveling Poem
Every new world left her with a new memory. The wide-brimmed hat as shelter witnessed the scenery along the way.
– Glorious Youth Photo
Scattered poetry scraps, grew from her strings into a true epic, praising legends, but also becoming legend.
– Wind Song
Purer than the purest stream, but more majestic than the epic. Every melody she hums is unforgettable.
– Former Glory
Fingers flying on the strings, turning what they saw and heard into poems. She sings all the way, wild and free.
– Wandering Note
She left traces in all corners of the wonderland. Countless people saw her but did not need to know her name.
– Time Silhouette
She walked and sang along with time, sighing the light and freedom, evil and shackles, and the great heroes.
– Wind Traveler