Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. 6PdX3C+5iRa8VDKUoxHkqJYxFT4FHuwcz4ov2Xck32D6hMZcjdctNqfDgaSRKcV+