My Kandora, you wander solemnly.

I linger,

I owe what?

A hundred tides!



Ill wait, I know that

Im 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!



Ill stay , I know that Im native here.

I linger,

I owe what?



I wonder why.