Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. d9O0KoN+OAqinjG1i5yYXc/YGO+LtMTIDMaRlsS+VfCIZSUg+YWlTs+EIqa8wWV7