It always has to be so,
that every person for whom I care
will sooner or later become
complete stranger in my eyes.
If it makes you happier,
you are the most handsome
stranger in my life.
And I love you,
my dear stranger.
I love you - that is my own thing.
It has nothing to do with you,
my beloved stranger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem