O you, who at the world's far-off end dwell, I know your wish - it is my wish as well. My own beloved is now gone from me, departed to a place I cannot reach. My old companions have left me behind, their faces faded into days gone by. Still to my breast I clutch this hopeless dream, a futile wish for us once more to meet. O you, who at the world's far-off end dwell, I know your wish - it is my wish as well. But ours are cold and endless winter days, warmed only by memories locked away.