Pierced by arrows

She keeps floating in the endless sky

Still, swinging her wings

Climbing high and high

The arrows are big

She is small-

Holds tight to the clouds

Will not let her fall-

Sometines heavy-

A burden, a wound-

Though tries to feel light

To be cheered by the moon

Still swinging her wings

Climbing high and high-

Trying not to look down

Lest she should die.