Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. 4VCXeHqp5eSjUq3gr1U6Jzf1IXVuE0dVsfe9Yc+xzqCpHeOJEdszIaBSSYuIgv0B