Target language: Engleski
I wonder why forbidden loves are more intense than those allowed. They fulfill you so much even with a little that one contents even with the touch of the hands. I wonder why kisses taste so different. I wonder why one can touch the sky while sinning. And what does it matter if it has an owner? I wonder why any hiding place becomes a castle at the time of love and why bearing the pain quietly and pretending in front of people.