The man with the golden eyes.

One moment in time.

The clouds may turn a shade gray, but I'm here for you today. Sometimes your eyes of heaven shine. But they're his gold, and they're often declined. The external summer will never fade. Even if the clouds turn gray, death drags you into his shade. So long as men can see you, you still belong to me. I can give you the life that you need. Just count on me to do your deeds. His flashing eyes and floating hair are all a lie; now you can see it's no big surprise. I'm still your guy.