The song of an elven lady from Lothimlad, the Flower Valley, who lost her beloved in the war against Gashtar.
My dear, now you've gone, to the forest in the sky. Once we were one, now we say good-bye. In peace you believed, yet you fought on. For you were not deceived, by Gashtar's evil tongue. But now that you've gone, even Our Tree seems pale. My heart will not blossom, even joyful song does fail. Cursed be all Gashtar, yet pity on them. Hatred carries not far, love wins in the end. So here I will wait, but what shall I do? until called by fate, to be one again with you.