In Daguan 4, I first met you, seeing you playing the Zither alone in the snow at White Heron Lake in Baidi.
For several years as classmates, I admired your talent but felt too inadequate to approach you. One day, by chance, I found your music score, Thousand Piles of Snow, on a cliff, which conveyed a sense of freedom and solitude. Impressed by it, I wrote a chord for your tune.
The chord was my irresistible desire, and my downfall was my own doing. You are the true Boya; how could a false Ziqi like me ever be tolerated? In this life, we shall never meet again. Only the snow in Cangzhou will remind me of the past.
Xie Zhen