Black s de 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.