Tribute to the beloved Vongola I:
By the time you read this letter, I have run out of time. I have thought a lot in the past few days. When I was young, I had outstanding talents and brains. I gave up love and freedom for greater ideals, but now these are not important.
I never knew the days could be so long. As the days passed, the disease and pain gnawed at my body, I felt more at peace than I had ever felt before. Fight until the last drop of blood is shed and end all this. This is my last wish.
I never cared about anything. In the end, they passed away in the wind like quicksand, and I was left with only this decayed body.
I lost my dream, I lost my future. And now, I am about to lose my life as miserable as a candle. Sin entangles our lives. I once naively thought that we were on the road to Ubuntu without sin, poverty, and hunger. But sin and killing will never stop, and there is no paradise for sinners anywhere.
As long as you miss me for a moment, I will remember you in my heart forever. ——"Faust"