It is more like the persistent fog of the rainy season, damp and clammy, gray and misty. There are feelings of powerlessness, lack of flavor and disinterest which cannot be brushed away, webbing the soul with their threads.
就像陰霾的梅雨季節，濕黏黏的、灰濛濛的，那種揮不去的無奈、無力、無味、無趣的感覺，絲絲縷縷地纏繞著心靈。