To the cheerleaders: Dance, show the beautiful morning. Condensation, bloom blooming youth. Beyond the past, the heat wave attacked the body. I will stand by you forever and watch you flutter.
To the cheerleaders: with the audio of the square dance, with a gentle footsteps, with moving hands, came to our side. That coordinated waist, let us raise our hands and keep up with your beat. We are not the audience, because you are the souls of the dance that thrills us.