Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. kQW0ZO/VxdnlMuu0xRc3UJGYMsT3VKhJ9XbsAv9qFLqMuf+R9md/tKL/s8DG3YBi