Chapter 23 twenty three

316 The history of mankind waits patiently for the victory of the insulted. 317 I feel your eyes on my heart right now, like the silence in the morning sun As on a lonely field harvested. 318 I long for the island of song to stand in this tumultuous and undulating sea. 319 The prelude to night is the music that begins at sunset, at its indescribably dark Solemn hymn. 320 I climbed the peak and found no shelter on the barren heights of fame place.My guide, lead me into the valley of silence before the light dies Go, where the raw harvest ripens into golden wisdom. 321 In this twilight twilight, things seem phantasmagorical - the ground floor of the steeple

Disappeared in the darkness, the tops of the trees like spots of ink.I shall wait for the dawn, and when I Wake up and see your city in light. 322 I have suffered, I have been disappointed, I have experienced "death", so I use my Have fun in this great world. 323 In my life, there have also been areas of poverty and silence.They are my go-to for busy days To the few clearings of light and air. 324 My unfinished past, wrapping around me from behind, makes it hard for me to die, from It set me free there. 325 "I believe in your love." Let this be my last.