Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. ZeXItdIPQsHRuGE7KmbhuOE4/D/RAyLNhH9VH1LYOhENyH9r3S8AzgBbX2pKBTzL