Chapter 31 every time i think of

Every time I think of it, the most beautiful China How open, such an ugly wound From the end of the Opium War to this end a wound that is too wide Zhang is there, I won't let you pass by Cover your nose.every time i think of When I was young, I thought that with a narcissus A bay leaf, a rose petal Can cover half an acre of pain Every time I think of that deep wound Why don't you shut up, the black swarm of flies Why is it still overlapping and sucking Swing one away, and immediately a group of them will fly Every time I think of this, that wound, that ugliness A finger of accusation stretches out from the wound

pointing hard at me my spine Burns a poisonous whip