我的幻想似乎变得越来越重，它成了让我被沼泽吞噬地更快的负担。身上的华服将我重重地向下压，沼泽像是一双黑色的手将我往水里拖。你难以呼吸，然后脱掉幻想。

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My fantasy seems to be getting heavier and heavier, it becomes a burden that makes me swallowed faster by the swamp. The magnificent clothes pushed me down, and the swamp dragged me into the water like a black hand. Difficult to breathe, and take off the fantasy.