Kyosuke Hamao: From the fourth generation of the Prince of Tennis musicals until now, if I could choose again, I would still take this path, meet you, and watch you from afar. That would be enough. From the senior who guided me, to my partner onstage, to lovers in the story, and finally, once again, slowly fading apart... I tried to let my intense love slowly fade with time, but it was like a bottle of vintage red wine, growing more mellow with age. I couldn't stop myself from drinking the nectar brewed from this forbidden fruit. Is there still time for us...?
Daisuke Watanabe: Everything about you is so real. Compared to this virtual, exaggerated stage, you don't belong under the spotlight. Why? Why do you keep going? Then, by chance, I saw your unguarded gaze, so sincere, your eyes never hiding what you feel. When you look at me like that, I have nowhere to hide. Is this all right? Can I really have someone like you? Happiness came so suddenly that I was afraid to accept it. I've never hated my own rationality so much. As your senior, as someone like a brother to you... can I really stay by your side as your lover? Protect you and keep you from being hurt again... I'm the only one who can do that. So I won't let go again.
Pffff~~~I will still not let you go to the front row when I get to Jinjiang~~~Hehe~~~Dear, I want to see the meat (this guy is not pure...)
The desert turns into a desert~~ I'm chasing you from Tieba~~