Adını Bilen Yazsın [English translation]

We loved; We were loved; We got used to it and got separated

We thought of love as a game probably

We were both deceived by this pseudo-spring

But as for the most beautiful part, we stopped while we were in the midway

Come on, light up a match stick

Let this heart of mine burn into flames

Let it burn for you

And let the ashes of my heart be left behind

Where ever I look

You're right there, always

This condition of mine - not having you with me

Let someone who has a name for it, describe it