When the trip ended, depression came. There wasn't anything I could do to feel better. I would just lie in bed, trapped in an abyss of misery, wandering alone at the margins of my soul.
「每次幻旅完，我總是憂鬱，做什麼事都不對勁，只能躺在床上，沈到世界的最底，靈魂行走在城市的邊緣。