Frangi, Frangi, what a charming beauty

Grace in your soul enchants the dull, plain world

Many envies of you, still and all, they have no idea

That your fright of the downfall, into the vast blackness

Shall happen sooner or later, indeed the coarsness of reality

Poor Frangi, such a fragile soul, that can’t even witstand a breeze.

Despite of the fate, your soul remains pure and bright

Your existence fades away, shall your beauty light up our heart

We shall never forget you, dear Frangi.

What are you looking for?