The tennis court is like a stage for dreams, where everyone with dreams will stage a tennis battle.
Hatred, blood, and a tennis racket pointed directly at you are like a time bomb that may explode at any time.
But please face it with a smile
Because that is the gift box given to you by the other side of dreams
Open it, let youth burn brightly in another way, and remember its shining moment
Let our overlapping destiny begin on this stage
Use our youth filled with tears and sweat to play this dream stage that belongs to us