He was so tall and I was so short
Daiki shot perfectly; he was a good player
Three points, dunks, and high jumps; infinite was his energy
Then something hurt him inside; in silence he cried
The court got smaller and he was taller than the sky
Eyes like panther’s; his opponents were within his observation
Perfect strategy he had. The black-red team conquered the war
But something hurt him inside; in silence he cried
I remembered he had once told me
"The one who can only beat me is me"
But the pain hurt him and it was inside of him
Daiki...