Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. gT4vg1BurEoykxJlNpvo1pb8LLd2pVFyDGTqN6IKCpOo3EUifN/xJ1MqQmcDnFTk