[This is a piece of fan fiction, once again paying tribute to the immortal Bai Juyi.]
At the head of the Xunyang River, reed flowers rustled in the autumn night.
A farewell banquet and the mournful strings of a pipa brought a woman who had drifted through half her life and the governor of Jiangzhou together beneath the same moonlight.
One was driven by hatred for her family, the other by duty to the country and its people. With the land still in turmoil, love and hate could not both be fulfilled. In the end, all that remained was the autumn moon over the river, bearing witness to this fleeting night.
The disgraced and demoted Sima official of Jiangzhou came to the head of the Xunyang River. While seeing off a guest that night, he met a songstress who was just as downcast as he was, and their hearts resonated.
The Sima official in the blue robe said, "Please, sit a while longer and play another song. For you, I'll compose a piece called Song of the Pipa..."
