Colt

It's no one's fault
The passion we fight
For the cold of the unguilty
Great coat of dark beauty
We call a night.

Not also my fault
I catch myself sneezing
For tonight, it's freezing,
And absolutely no doubt
Would hide your arms' from
And the memory
You're warm.

I'll miss every second
And third
And any trace
I'd see everywhere
Resembling your face.
It's no one's fault
The night's cold and cruel,
But I wish I'm lucky
To dream of you