Nothing is ever perfect,
For perfection is a flaw.
(I want to use the lines in a poem, but so far I have nothing. I'll edit it if anything comes.)
Perhaps it is, but maybe it's not... what if this is a lie we tell ourselves so that we can be mediocre in our mediocre way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well.. how about this? .. '' if i have a tear, really it's true.. if i have a smile, it's not because of you.. Nothing is ever perfect, For perfection is a flaw. ''