It's cold,
You'd always complain,
And I would put my arms around you,
And share with you my warmth.
But you're not here,
That's why I'm walking alone,
There's so much heat under my coat,
That I would love to give to you.
I wonder,
Are you cold?
Wherever you are, my dear,
Please don't be alone.
As much as I hope that it's me.
Who lit the fire,
And warmed you up,
Please don't die alone.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
It's cold,
You'd always complain,
And I would put my arms around you,
And share with you my warmth.
But you're not here,
That's why I'm walking alone,
There's so much heat under my coat,
That I would love to give to you.
I wonder,
Are you cold?
Wherever you are, my dear,
Please don't be alone.
As much as I hope that it's me.
Who lit the fire,
And warmed you up,
Please don't die alone.
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