Poems of Meng Jiao
We hear music as we say goodbye,
Melody bringing back distant emotions.
Morning tears like the drip of Chu harp-strings
Or night's spirits surrounding Wu country.
How often have I had these wandering thoughts
Half-dreaming as the candles gutter out?
Bai Juyi heard music as he was saying goodbye. So they forgot about the goodbye and spent the evening with the pipa player. Meng Jiao hears the music and it carries him off to Chu. Again. Imagine something that happened twelve hundred years ago that still mattered so much to you that you can't get it out of your head. Let's see ... Anno Domini 916 ... St. Clement's death? George II crowned in Abkhazia? Ab-where-zia?