Chorus
Ocean depths do not regret
Choking in the hole wounds
I am one of your ships
Carelessly going to ram
I chose War Drum
A full stomach and no sleep
Chose this bustling rift
And not dirty, foul dungeon
I am one of your ships
I'm your son , dear ocean.
Apple-Sailors
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