Mending Arrow I wonder if my arrow can ever be mended Each feather slowly falls off, The swift flight of arrow gets lamented For against the wind it can no longer fight off. I wonder if my arrow can defend the last cruise, the last flight Broken yet stitched together it bends Tilting against the wind it goes for flight. Oh my arrow, enough is enough Rest ! and lay your feathers You had a good fight This war of love must come to its end. Ac Chingkung Mending Arrow
