That year
Between the mountains
Stand on the edge of a cliff
I shouted, I cheered
I want my voice to break through a thousand layers of fog, a thousand clouds
That year
Between the lofty mountains
A man stands on the edge of a cliff
I screamed, I cheered, I howled
I want my voice to break through a thousand layers of fog, thousands of dark clouds, and return to my ears
That later years
In the middle of a forest of peaks
A man stands obsessively on the edge of a cliff
I screamed, I cheered, I howled, I roared
I want my voice to break through a thousand layers of fog, thousands of dark clouds, back to the ear, stopping at the tip of the heart
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