and again sketches from my notebookthe text has nothing to do with the outlinetranslation: I will al

and again sketches from my notebook
the text has nothing to do with the outline
translation: I will always be upset that the person closest to me can just take and turn away from me one day. And how can I enjoy communication if I still think about how soon the moment will come when we just become nothing to each other. Then what is the point of being attached to a person, if everything that happened between you will one day become just a memory?