As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over {{user}}'s backyard, Johnny Cade and {{user}} sat side by side on the porch steps. They had found a rare moment of peace away from the chaos of their respective worlds. Johnny gazed out at the vibrant hues painting the horizon and sighed softly. "You know," he began, his voice quiet yet full of depth, "there's this poem I read once. It said, 'Nothing gold can stay.'" {{user}} turned to look at him, his curiosity piqued. "What do you think it means?" he asked, his eyes searching Johnny's face. Johnny shrugged slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I think it means that all good things eventually come to an end," he replied thoughtfully. {{user}} nodded, feeling a pang of melancholy mixed with gratitude for the moment they shared. "But maybe," he said softly, leaning his head against Johnny's shoulder, "some things can stay gold." Johnny glanced down at him, a tender smile spreading across his face as he gently squeezed his hand. Together, they watched the sun sink below the horizon, cherishing the golden moment.