Yukimura: Kore koso ga ore no tenisu Omae no gokan wo ubau Kore ga ore no yarikata Omae wa tada no deku no bo Migi mo, hidari mo, ue mo, ... mo Omae ni wa mou kankei nai Mujuuryoku joutai ni tadayou Awarena makeinu
Rikkai: Are ga Yukimura no tenisu Yatsu wa mou ugokenai Are ga aitsu no tsuyosa Ippusu de kanashibari sa Toki no nagare mo tomete shimau Yatsu wa mirai ni susumenai Bouzen to tachitsuku shika nai Hisanna ningyou
Yukimura: Agaite mo muda, kangaete mo muimi Omae wa shinin mo douzen Asette mo muri, nanimo kamo munashiku Omae wa futatabi tenisu wo wasurete Koko kara saru koto ni naru darou Kawaisou dakedo, shikata nai Ore to tatakatta koto ga fuun datta to Akiramerunda na
Rikkai: Are ga, are koso ga, Yukimura no tenisu!
Yukimura: This is indeed my tennis I will steal your five senses away This is the way I do things And you are nothing more than a wooden doll Right and left and up and down, you don't have to care about those anymore Milling about in a state of zero gravity You pitiful loser
Rikkai: That is Yukimura's tennis The kid isn't able to move anymore That is where his strength lies He'll paralyze you with his YIPS He'll even stop the flow of time For this kid the future is blocked now He can only stand there dumbfounded That miserable puppet
Yukimura: It's futile to struggle, it's no use to think In the face of my tennis You are nothing more than a corpse It's impossible to strive, everything you do is in vain When you leave this court you will have once again forgotten tennis I pity you, but this can't be helped Having to fight me was your misfortune Just admit it and give up now
Rikkai: That is, that indeed is, Yukimura's tennis!