He died in a family war for Vongola I.
Miraculously, two hundred years later, I met Vongola X.
Excellent family leader, the proud son of heaven.
A man with brown hair and brown eyes, as handsome and as gentle as amber.
Ivy climbs the ancient walls, and hymns sing in the distance.
The Florence Cathedral is eternal in time, and the Uffizi Gallery is mottled in moments.
The Seine River is dim at night, and the Michelangelo Square is sparkling...
He smiled elegantly and softly, stretched out his hand with slender fingers: "Arnold, stay with me."
At the end of the beautiful amber color, the blazing golden red flames spread and burned everything.