My Virtual Reading Room

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Translation of lyrics:

We choose, and we are chosen,
How very often the two don't match.



I follow you like a shadow,
I am getting used to the mismatch.
(repeat)

I am getting used to it,
I am glad to see you.
You'll never know anything about it,
And it's just as well.
You'll never know about it,
And you won't help me,
Whatever hasn't come together on its own,
Cannot be put together by force.

Some will make a mistake,
And some will guess correctly,
Different fates fall to different people,
Often, something simple seems to us to be questionable,
Black looks like it's white to us, and white--like it's black...