What’s the last thing you translated that just… didn’t land?

I worked on a documentary about a village in northern Japan where people still speak an old dialect. The translator kept saying 'we’re not alone' in a scene where someone’s looking at a mountain and whispering into the wind. I rewrote it three times—‘the silence isn’t empty,’ ‘someone’s listening,’ ‘the hill remembers.’ None felt right. It wasn’t the words, really. It was the weight behind them. I left it as-is. Sometimes the gap is the point.