Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. BV1oS/pELO8TEqda/+TjJKGl5imuqPSFegTg6ie0O+/R0OMCxkkhOCKwOtMHKQqr