The Incarnations

I dream of us across the centuries I dream we stagger through the Gobi, the Mongols driving us forth with whips. I dream of sixteen concubines, plotting to murder the sadistic Emperor Jiajing. I dream of the Sorceress Wu lowering the blade, her cheeks splattered with your blood. I dream of you as a teenage Red Guard, rampaging through the streets of Beijing. I am your soulmate, Driver Wang and now I dream of you. You don't know it yet, but soon I will make you dream of me ...