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