This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
这个忧郁的伦敦——我有时想象，亡者的灵魂被迫永远在街上游荡。人们感到它们像一股空气一样飘过。
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