Staring like an arrow that you shoot into my eyes
But I don't understand what I feel,
never be the same
You've just got out of my hands
You've twisted right out of my arms
And yet you're still in silence,
not even a word
If it is the last chance,
would you remember the time?
If your Sunday comes back again, what will be,
will still be?
If it is the last time,
would you hold my hand again?
When tomorrow comes better,
just like what it used to be?
Staring like an arrow that you shoot into my eyes
But I don't understand what I feel,
never be the same
You've just got out of my hands You've twisted right out of my arms
And yet you're still in silence,
not even a word
If it is the last chance,
would you remember
the time?
If your Sunday comes back again, what will be,
will still be?
If it is the last time,
would you hold my hand again?
When tomorrow comes better,
just like what it used to be?