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.