Chapter 32 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, The several reverse currents made, 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 all All to cause tears. May wish to toss and turn a few more times, back to the flowing water, Despite all the confusion in front of my eyes, All this, go to building logic.

Bringing desperate conclusions to slightly To delay; to stall for time,— Delaying rational judgment,— Will give pure emotion another hope!