Through dark clouds of misfortune surround A bright light of talent burns in you that sets you apart from other poor souls, and brings you to the special favour of Arlecchino.

The overseer of House of the Hearth, her wise gaze on you. She sees the promise in your eyes and allows you to rise above the rest.

The Orphans in this place of refuge, Like snowflakes, melting away,

But

You stand firm amidst the storm, Arlecchino's love leading the way.