Answer:
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
What goes in the water red, and comes out black?
I hide but my head is outside.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?