They're both convinced

他們兩人都相信

that a sudden passion joined them.

是一股突發的熱情讓他倆交會。

Such certainty is beautiful,

這樣的篤定是美麗的，

but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

但變化無常更是美麗。

Since they'd never met before, they're sure

既然從未見過麵，所以他們確定

that there'd been nothing between them.

彼此並無任何瓜葛。

But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways---

但是聽聽自街道、樓梯、走廊傳出的話語──

perhaps they've passed by each other a million times?

他倆或許擦肩而過一百萬次了吧？

I want to ask them

我想問他們

if they don't remember---

是否記不得了──

a moment face to face

在旋轉門

in some revolving door?

麵對麵那一刻？

perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?

或者在人群中喃喃說出的“對不起”？

a cut "wrong number" caught in the receiver?

或者在聽筒截獲的唐突的“打錯了”？

but I know the answer.

然而我早知他們的答案。

No, they don't remember.

是的，他們記不得了。

They'd be amazed to hear

他們會感到詫異，倘若得知

that Chance has been toying with them now for years.

緣分已玩弄他們多年。

Not quite readyyet

尚未完全做好，

to become their Destiny,

成為他們命運的準備，

it pushed them close, drove them apart,

緣分將他們推近，驅離，

it barred their path,

阻擋他們的去路，

stifling a laugh,

憋住笑聲

and then leaped aside.

然後閃到一邊。

There were signs and signals,

有一些跡象和信號存在，

even if they couldn't read them yet.

即使他們尚無法解讀。

Perhaps three years ago

也許在三年前