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!
