Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. 8HoggV1NAjoa3RDbETNS2ixKGMKPnAe4i3lCy4/O5Uq3l+rHWMeLm+oc0vK9Ug/e