Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. fcPDCn2xNYpECuoM4mJxpprSHVe6MyU8FJnmN4ypQBrfK0m95y77zXX1PdjPi+Gu