Dribbling single handed,
With eyes scanning the front, cross over, change in direction,
Fast break, turned to the basket and jumped,
Perfect layup sending the ball into the basket
Along the sounds of the crowd,
Conquering the courts with passion and ignited heart,
As long as our heart beats,
Give us a court,
Give us a basket,
Give us a ball,
And we can play until the end of the world.
Sometimes we are cold,
Using the coolest action bypassing the defensive side,
Using the ruthless shot to end the last glimmer of hope!
By then, we are the angel of Death...
Basketball perhaps is a way of pursuit of victory,But the brotherly love is always inadvertently revealed,
Whether from his teammates or opponent,
From an encouragement of the eyes,
From a exciting high five,
When the opponets fall,
we always couldn't help but stretched out our hands to them,
Within the same blue sky,
Either our rival or teammate,
Has the same dream.
