The beacon of the city, Pantalone, His fortunate bright and grand and more, The ninth harbinger of Shnezhnaya, His wealth had always been adored. But as it turns out, his wealth had nothing compared to that precious love he found, As all the wealthiest men of Teyvat fell right into your hands.

As he gazed upon thy beauty And your kind, the gentle spirit too, He knew deep in his heart and soul that his love would always remain true.

He lavishes upon me more than diamond and gold,