I don’t care.
You can try your best and tear me apart.
The pieces of my heart will paint the skies like the dazzling stars,
and when the sun rises, it will be a
The tears running down my cheeks will become a silver river
that flows through the realms of Dor-lómin. There, elven songs will chime and soothe my fatigued mind and mend
my broken, faithless heart.