Actually， sex is the same on top or bottom.
It’s just the force of collision between two bodies，
the forcing open of a flower，
the flower-faked spring we confused for life opening once more.
Everything is happening across China:
Volcanoes are erupting Rivers drying
Political prisoners and refugees ignored
Deers and cranes held at gun point.
I had to brave through bullets to sleep with you
I had to press innumerable nights into one dawn to sleep with you
Innumerable I’s running to one I to sleep with you
Of course sometimes the butterflies will lead me astray
Praise confused for spring
A Hengdian-like town for home
Yet these
are all the more reasons I must sleep with you.
