Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. k5KU2rWxfJcnMtUV8PqsdmL2NfuCNVV8hfRGTEArAKow7bNrgfxrZMakG7l0dTNt