Lyrics of Huang Yuli's "the Leaper on the cliff"

I was that afternoon that autumn

I had a forty minute sleep

Dream of jumping on a strange cliff

It's like an unfinished junior high school draft

It's about a paper airplane locked in a drawer

And some buried toys

It is a false composition proposition

And some of my lost memories

Always want to chase very ethereal

What can be grasped is always small

Does one love to take poison

A dream or a bolt

I want everything I see

Think of the future and run away

How much experience can we cherish

It's not a pity

It's not a pity

I was at the end of that nap

Made a bad decision

I bought a piano that I didn't like

For a legendary trip

So I became the laughing stock of disgusting people

To be the one who loves me

And become the light in your eyes

And the tears in my palm

Want to chase is always very misty

What can be grasped is always small

Do you take poison when you love someone

A dream or a bolt

I want everything I see

Think of the future and run away

How much experience can we cherish

It's not a pity

It's not a pity

It's not a pity

It's not a pity