Black S - Blue Foundation

My Kandora, you wander solemnly

I linger

I owe — what?

A hundred tides!

I’ll wait, I know that

I’m native here

My Kandora, your blood runs faster

I linger

I owe — what?

My Kandora, the finest pellicle

My loning

I owe what?

A hundred tides!

I’ll stay, I know that I’m native here

I linger

I owe what?

I wonder why