I throw an arrow to the moon
But it never come back too soon
I count one to four
And wait for the arrow til the next monsoon
I spend all the glory and fame
And took the arrow for the blame
I look up the sky once again
I sigh the arrow never came
I throw an arrow to the sky
I swing it hard to shake my mind
It pierce my tongue, bleeds my heart
Now, arrow, fly high, this is goodbye.
