Standing on the peak of a mountain,
I see, you’re no longer my prince charming,
but instead you’re a cloud with memories that drifts around undecidedly;
continue to come and go above my head and eventually evaporates.

We have changed, you, I, both of us.
After all, we cannot escape time; &
time has turned you into a colorless part of me
but the funniest thing is, you no longer shine in my eyes.