Sharpening eyes
Phrases I'm tired of hearing
I won't be satisfied with someone else's copy
Spark, disappear
You'll once again borrow the tiger's might and brag
In the final pitch-black best plays and on the in-house frontline stage
I don't feel like losing even a bit-24/7
Come on. fight it out.
In the end, I laugh, trapped in a blue world
Having lost the sun, I seek the moon's whereabouts
We even lose sight of what we could see
And we drown in the sea of memories
Why? Even the things we swore to
As if they never happened, the next passport
Cloudy
Lost, insistence
I'm fed up with the everyday flatterer.
Spark, it's about to disappear.
Even without a push, my thoughts don't move
In the final pitch-black best plays and on the in-house frontline stage
We all crowd to seek the doorway to Elysion, only to miss it right before us
Beautifully, it slips away from my palm, laughing
The empty stories we chased, desperately gathering and wandering
Let's leave behind a few precious memories as well
Carrying it all, it's too heavy to cross
And when we meet again, please keep it a little more vivid and warm
Rebel One, the eternal voice-again, when will it reach my heart
Rebel One, the eternal voice-again, let me hear it
Rebel One, the eternal voice-again, when will it reach my heart
Rebel One turning point
G9-showing a tumultuous inner revolution with a single digit: base, ability, mind
Round 1, barking from a pathetic position
A moment of defeat swallowed, plus a serious moment-the G9 heavyweight punch
Show the upheaval-the mind's revolution in a single digit
Rebel One-shake violently again
Rebel One-shake violently again
My eyes that have lost the sun
They won't shine, reflecting the moon
Driven by endless desire and longing
Surely I'll walk searching for something that isn't anywhere
We even lose sight of what we could see
And we drown in the sea of memories
Why? Even the things we swore to
As if they never happened, the next passport
Let's leave behind a few precious memories as well
Carrying it all, it's too heavy to cross
And when we meet again, please keep it a little more vivid and warm
If I can lay it down properly, I won't drown; don't discard it, because we'll meet again
Rebel One, the eternal voice-again, when will it reach my heart
Rebel One turning point