Read your name, in the cold underground city.
Your name is the most powerful magic in the world.
I whisper your name every night.
Does the stone statue waiting for a thousand years in the desert of death exist for you?
The roaring and boiling magma of the lost tower also flows for you every day.
Finally, I returned to the beautiful fairy forest where you were born.
I carved your name on a small tree,
When this small tree grows into a towering tree, your name will grow with it.
So, I gently call your name. ...