Stranger

Stranger, just tell me this much, why is my heart troubled?
Looking at you, it seems as though I’ve known you for years.
How innocent you are, how ingenuous you are!
You’re a stranger to matters of the heart.
How innocent you are, how ingenuous you are!
You’re a stranger to matters of the heart.
What I’m thinking, what I want, it’s difficult to tell you.
I’ve heard that it’s very difficult to hide suppressed desires.
All your secrets will be revealed right now, on those lips that are smiling.
How can I tell you who has made my pulse skitter madly?
I began to call a stranger my own, and the one dear to me became like a stranger.
Love’s every moment is fraught with difficulties, don’t think this is easy.

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