cold not gold

 

The cold feeling

Crawling up to the mind

Listening to the costs

Running in our lives

The pandemic still whirring

Whispering its catch phrase

“Let me take you to paradise

When we throw our dice”

The cold feeling

Sweeping through our bodies

We can catch the cold

Those who are in the cold storage

Living is good

Let no bad ways come to cook

It will bring the cold feeling

We can catch the cold not gold