Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. UG1m8ZTvyJmEMpxZlUVDgMmhCGiS49YQTYNBDsg2TqWzAOvK5bTNAuD1CaeWvkM4