Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. +JTIZr9jMiDoI5YhD4+lNOH2lSUWUUtKABrg/L+yFfX3h4IzzyFFSKgtS7CGT3F9