You swore that all would fade and go astray.
You swore you had no coins to waste today.
Still, thanks for walking with me all the way—
Don’t let sweet talkers lead your heart away.
One day when we were twenty, young and brave,
We crossed the old stone bridge, hand-in-hand gave
Five copper coins—our fortune, cold and grave—
And shared one bowl of noodles, broth to save.
You swore that all days twist and bend their way.
You swore you had no cash to spare today.
Still, thanks for staying with me, come what may—
Don’t let false faces steal your heart. Always.