Leave me and my wound, for our hopes have been dashed. Is there a time that will restore the pulse to revive us? Oh, cupbearer of sorrow, do not...

Leave me and my wound, for our hopes have been dashed. Is there a time that will restore the pulse to revive us? Oh, cupbearer of sorrow, do not be surprised, for in my homeland there is a river of sorrow that flows through our veins.