Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. 5/Tf22bbFXpUuXVx9Yij9ryKE5FgpB4e6RS9mjmh2hOsCTzOXaYqffcMCMU0Pnd3