Dear Salvatore,
Passing through the blue sea,
Fighting monsters,
Raging through the sand storm,
Blinded by the vile grains,
Breaking through the crossed wind,
Pinned by the roaring breeze,
No Salvatore, I don't ask for none of that.
Oh! Salvatore. Bring me the rose, the bloodiest red rose that ever grew in the garden of Eden.
And I shall bond my life to you so as you gave salvation.
