All I can say is I must carry on
most beautiful people in my life have become strangers
That Disappear after meeting after loving after being.
My most beautiful people in all my life are leaving One by one
To go on knowing I must be alone to meet more beautiful people my life to become yet again more Beautiful strangers
Can anyone replace the strangers of my past
Is life full of meeting people that you love that become strangers by leaving you behind.
Love must be more
Meeting a stranger that becomes a loved one should be a I love forever.
Not become a stranger.
A Beautiful stranger.