Found on a carton of a drink, translated by me…
Life is a Multiple-Choice Test
I’d Decided, to Wish Upon a Shooting Star
But, Failed, to Realize that It’s Falling Down
At a Better Location
I’d Decided to Shelter You Underneath My Umbrella
But Forgotten How
You’d Worried Incessantly, of How I’m Walking in the Rain
I’d Never Even Thought
Just Believed, that After the Blooms
Come the Waiting Period
For the Goodbyes
Treating it Like, Nothing Ever Happened
We’d Both Miscalculated that
Precision, is the Result We Both
Wanted
So, these, are the miscalculations of love, love doesn’t work out the way we planned it to, it works out, as it’s, supposed to, and yet, this is still, all in hindsight, after this walk in the rain that we’d shared, at least, we can say, that we both knew ourselves, a little bit better than before…