4 Many things are useful and what are not, and they do not seem to be entirely certain and certain.

Sometimes he wishes that time would pass sooner,

Sometimes it's there again, hoping that time can be spent there a little slower,

Feeling my body getting weaker and weaker,

When he was getting worse and worse, he had melancholy and trance,

Where his body is sinned, and there is sin,

It's getting worse and worse there,

It's as if it's completely festering there,

But he was there and felt as if he couldn't survive there.

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What kind of attachment still exists, what kind of longing seems to exist,

But in that powerlessness and weakness, he finally chose to give up there,

It's like a kind of helplessness and no way to give up.

The time that you can struggle in life, and the time you can fight and fight hard is getting shorter and shorter.

Already there can no longer withstand something,

There are a lot of things, and I feel difficult in it,

What is the general thing that disaster and death again,

He couldn't bear anything anymore.

It's as if being alive is a disaster in itself,

In the general of an endless catastrophe,

He's just spending his time there,

and it seems that he is just spending his pain in it,

The pain and pain of his own life,

It also seems to be endless, endless.

"Whoa!" In an instant, he was weak and powerless under the pressure of the heavy stones on his shoulders,

was completely powerless to lie down, and he was unconscious on the spot.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious there.

I don't know how long I've been half-dead,

He didn't know how long this situation would last.

He had fear in his heart, and he had fear,

And in the end, he chose to hand over all these choices,

And there he waited quietly, seeking nothing,

Seek nothing, seek nothing,

Just waiting there, just waiting there in silence.