How many times
Have I ridden
With him yet
He ignores me?
How many times
Have we stood
Beneath the
Starlit sky yet
He's thinking
Of her?
How many times
Have we been alone,
Together, yet
He would never let
Me express my
Love for him?
Doesn't he know
Me?
Doesn't he notice
My efforts?
But he's still with her...
The Elf.
The Evening.
The Spring.
Doesn't he love
The Winter?
Re nae ileller tir ehtele tula
Re ere' ettule e' losa
Re nae ringwe
Ar' nae e' anta en' urna
Ro nae ilyamenie eller tir ehtele tula
Ro ettule e' il' urna ar' losa
Ro nae urna re ante
Ro nae undomielhe. Melahe
Ar' ro ilmela he.