The lyrics of Seiya

Looking for the target alone in the corner

Laziness and greed hide and watch

If you don't know how to keep a low profile

The wisdom of the winner is quietly used as a draft

Learn a little in the field

Compared with the mind, public relations is the most important

If only the lonely cry of creativity

Please mourn the death of art

The strokes are just like each other

The melodies overlap for two or three seconds

Under the halo, the protagonist stands in the headlines

Smear or clamor to see who is more talkative

After dark, only hard work can be relied on

Sensationalism can infect the group ridicule of justice

Everything should refer to the offensive and defensive side

Law can only joke with public opinion

A strong man breeds a coward

The weak began to abet efforts

Indulge in this world of nonsense

Whose baby do you hold up and pretend to be yourself

Enough lies to be told a hundred times

Imitation becomes reference

See the impetuous world

Children loved by the few are stolen by the majority

Is dream worth money

Is right and wrong understood with conscience or believed in heaven

To argue with each other, to argue with me, to argue with you, or to argue with spectators instead

It's a virtue to kill entertainment

"What can you do with me if you deliberately pretend to be deaf and dumb?"

Each side of the twisted pair is fighting its own way

Play language games in order

Party A submits evidence and Party B pleads injustice

The man is doing, the day is watching, the heart is cut in half

The law of the jungle is at the top of the interest chain

There is no time to control this degree

Sharing doesn't mean giving. Don't talk about being rich and poor

The invisible cycle makes the pioneer hard pressed

Continue to resist or drift with the current

Maybe it's not profound, maybe it's just talking

Maybe it's full of holes

Too much silence leads to depression

I'm not a hero, but I can write a song

An elegant man indulges a coward

Despicable people become demons to plunder

Indulge in this world of nonsense

Whose baby do you hold up and pretend to be yourself

Enough lies to be told a hundred times

Imitation becomes reference

See the impetuous world

Children loved by the few are stolen by the majority

Is dream worth money

Is right and wrong understood with conscience or believed in heaven