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

I spent two hours on a single line of dialogue in a Japanese indie film—something about a train station at dawn, a woman saying she ‘didn’t want to be seen.’ The nuance was in the silence after. I kept rewriting it until it felt like a ghost. Then I realized: the original wasn’t even meant to be heard. It was just there, like a breath. Now I wonder if I ruined it by trying to make it speak.