Fuyan Mask

Olive Branch and Mask ——To the new life of Verona Manor When the fog locks the bell tower, The mask glows in the candlelight, Like the glass of Amalfi, Hidden unsaid original sin. Silver thorns surround the rose, It's the cocoon in the deacon's palm, They are also the tears in the eyes of the family master, In the shadow of the forbidden chamber, Make a silent vow. The winds of Valpolicella, Blowing down the remaining cups of the floating banquet, The morning when the olive blossoms first bloom, The white dove holds the branch in its mouth, Passing through the stone door entangled with vines. Bury the conspiracy in the vineyard, Write salvation on the title page of the Bible, At this moment, the sun kissed the scar, We take off our masks, In the name of love, Crowned with eternal peace.