When I was younger, I thought falling in love would be like a fairytale.
The prince comes to save his princess locked in the tower and they live happily ever after.
And my prince did come.
He tried to save me.
But the distance was treacherous.
And the fall was dangerous.
So he rode off on his gallant steed.
Now all I’m left with is the image of you.
Leaving me behind.
Yet there is no hate in my heart.
You're still shinning that golden color that I painted you long ago.
You could never tarnish.