Himininn er að hrynja, en stjörnurnar fara þér vel
Do you still remember when we were little? And we were playing in the park And you asked me \"What happens when we die?\" I said: \"You forget everything\" Everything\". \"Even you?\" — you asked. \"Yes. Even me\". You did not want to die. N E V E R F O R G E T. The remains of what we used to have were taken away with the softest squeeze. How did I forget? How?