Exactly.

When I first came here from Europa... I remember getting this tattoo to celebrate my independence from that dreadful locked in fate.

[She lightly touches it, staring off to the balcony. The long stretching shining sea.... It makes her thinks of those rings.]

Yet for my mother to have a similar one, especially when she had been so fervently religious as I recall her... That doesn't make any sense at all.

Despite that, even if it's not totally outrageous... It seems so much like that song.

I really don't understand it either. Yet... Carrying on is all I can do, until I can find a way to realize what's happening.