So much happens.
It's the most magical time of the year.
It's unpredictable.
You never know who you might meet.
You could like someone, but then end up loving them.
You could love someone then hate them.
Anything could happen.
You could never know because life is not a book.
Things don't always go to plan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem