Ynskt mál: Enskt
My love, we have succumbed to fate which has separated us, thus, we are defeated intentionally
Further, we hurt each other, calling our love a habit.
I am searching in the passing time.
You were lost in an instant
Now what have we become with you?
I know you'll return sometime
Last night I dreamt of you and really missed you.
I therefore accepted every ordeal and grief over you since you left.
If you sometimes hear accusing words, forgive them,
Because I really miss you.