Round Like the Bright Moon

Tianjia: That day you looked up to me like a ghost in hell looking up to God. I thought I could save you. Xie Jiangyue: If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen into hell The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The flowers have to wither. It has nothing to do with the east wind. The group is like the bright moon on the river