Chapter 58 delay

when all the emotions all merged into one lament Like small rivers, big rivers, converging toward The boundless sea, - whatever How rushing, how circling,— The strong wind on the river, the big and small pebbles, reverse flow Little harbor, like In that life, the unintentional tranquility escape the mainstream; emotional Pingbo became more and more sad. Stop, this galloping blood; They don't have to be totally flaccid All to cause tears. Might as well go back and forth a few more times, back to the flowing water, In spite of all the chaos in front of me, All this, go to building logic.

Bringing desperate conclusions to slightly delay, delay,— Delaying rational judgment,— Will give pure emotion another hope!