Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. QBfE8ICG+WX9/vDjaCnHDEGqNPnhLSlfmKPSovExxAJSd1s4WnwYv7O+JeXKiHh6