Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. zHDu9+zj7OMxf2inaAoTBnC1ab58gx9ZOw7SXY3iLHL/Vu4DWxqiggdslMAP9OX3