If my fall action could be as slow as in the movie camera, I would have time to think about some things, think about the women who are waiting for me at home, those women imprinted in my heart, I don’t know if this heart that carries a lot of love still has a chance to beat again. I seemed to have walked into a dark time tunnel, and the faint lights on both walls flashed by, like a train driving into a long cave. I don’t know what the end of the tunnel is, hell? Or heaven? No one wants to go to hell. Of course, I want to go to heaven and I heard that angels all have wings and wear white gauze. If possible, I also want to take all the twelve angels in heaven under my crotch. Even if this is just a delusion, it would be better for a bunch of skeleton beauties in hell. Without the friction of flesh, sex will become a mechanical movement.