70th: Cold Gold

As the wind blows stronger,

I feel like you are hugging me tighter.

As it makes my tears wet,

And flash back how we met.

You were that such bullshit kid,

That I want to punch but I never did.

You were such a demon back then

And do excellent things very often.

I hated you that much,

And I never though that I'll let you touch,

My heart that is gold,

That I never wanted to be sold.

I never give it to anyone,

Not unless you are the one.