I feel like Eve wanting the forbidden fruit.
Told to stay away but still longing for the sweet taste.
I feel like Juliet in love with Romeo.
Told to stay away from the Montague.
Still in love with him, knowing that it was but his name that was the enemy.
I feel like Cinderella who went to the ball and found prince charming.
Who swept her off her feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem