The morning mist was gathering slowly in the valley, and that mist was you, getting more and more thick, more and more into the fancy, the romance, the idiocy of one's own life.

早晨的雾在山谷里缓缓聚集，而那雾便是你，变得越来越浓厚，越来越陷入个人生活的虚构，幻想和愚蠢。