Sleeping in the Vatican in winter...
After sleeping for thousands of years, I will eventually wake up. When the catastrophe comes, please hold the rose in your mouth, kneel down on one knee, and tell the eternal nobleman with the most pious gesture that in winter, please bury me in the Vatican.
Bury these dirty bones next to the holy bones, and tell me your most sincere apology with your tears... What is love? Shh, this is a taboo subject. In the world of the immortals, there is no such useless thing as love.
In this dark night, listen carefully, the bells in the distance are already ringing, the curtain of the prosperous age is about to open, prepare your heartbeat, come with me to see the face of this prosperous age.
Sleep in the Vatican in winter, offer your red lips, and let me bring you the supreme honor and pride.