"Under the bright red sunset,
blood-stained white roses,
Everything is no longer gentle,
As peaceful as summer.
Red roses, white roses,
Brought by white doves,
Singing all over the sky,
Not the trumpet of a holy angel,
But black and heavy sorrow...
Maybe one day I will be an elven bard,
Fallen under the devil's black magic,
Looking back on that desolate story,
The blessings prayed by the young elf,
In the smile of the silly girl on the horizon
It comes true under the sky full of feathers!
————The heartache is so heartbreaking that I feel suffocated. "