We are like two lost drops of rain, coming from the same cloud, but we didn't hold each other's hands tightly when we fell. So we lost each other. Maybe I am standing not far from you, but we have both changed. When we meet each other, we pass by each other, and it is difficult to recognize the person we were once familiar with.
However, I always remember that you are still a cloud. I remember we held hands and looked at the grassy hillside.