They flank me - depression on my left, loneliness on my right. Then they frisk me. They empty my pockets of any joy I had been carrying there. Depression even confiscates my identity.
它们两面夹攻我——抑郁在左，孤独在右。然后，它们搜我的身。它们搜走了我随身携带的一切快乐。抑郁甚至没收了我的身份。